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DEDICATION. 


To  her  who  was  my  pride  in  life, 
My  gentle,  patient,  loving  wife, 
Through  the  faithful  years, — that  long  since 

then  have  flown. 
I  dedicate  these  simple  lays, 
In  fond  remembrance  of  the  days 
When  we  lingered  in  love's   blissful    bower 
alone. 


EDWARD  P.  O'LEARY 


WAYSIDE  MEMORIES 


SONGS  AND  POEMS 

by 

EDWARD  P.  O'LEARY 

Including  "THE  TOTS  BIRTHDAY  PARTY" 
HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 

Author  of 

"Fiddle  and  I"   or  "The  Legend   of  The  Violin," 
and   other   Poems. 

Songs   of  Love, 
Words   and  Music. 

Enigmas  in 
Prose  and  Rhyme 

*       * 

ALL  RIGHTS  RESERVED 


Copyright  1919 
by 

EDWARD  P.  O'LEARY 

Los  Angeles,  Cal. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


PREFACE. 

Go  thou  my  little  book  and  speak 
O'er  mountain,  vale,  and  sea, 

Repeat  the  stories  o'er  again 
That  I  have  told  to  thee. 

Where  e  'er  the  humble  cottars  dwell 
Or  King,  'neath  castled  dome, 

Go  sing  the  songs  I  love  so  well 
In  high  or  lowly  home. 

Go  little  book  and  if  you  live — 

Only  for  one  brief  day, 
If  to  some  one  a  smile  you  give, 

'Twill  all  my  work  repay. 

Go  words  of  mine,  I  care  not  where, 

If  to  some  one  you  give 
A  word  of  Hope  in  timely  need 

That  they  may  better  live. 

Thy  humble  name  may  ne  'er  be  found 
With  those  more  versed  in  art, 

Yet  somewhere,  one  small  song  of  thine 
May  cheer,  some  lonely  heart. 

614290 

IIBRAST 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


And  if  perchance  in  after  years, 

As  time  doth  speed  along, 
If  they  forget  the  singer  then 

They'll  not  forget  the  song. 

L 'ENVOI 
Book  of  mine,  fulfill  thy  mission 

'Neath  lowering  clouds,  or  skies  of  blue, 
Falter  not,  go  forth  and  conquer, 

And  fear  no  critic's  false  review. 


INDEX 

PAGE 

Dedication    3 

Preface   5 

To  My  Violin 11 

To  A  Mocking  Bird 12 

Jim,  A  Boy's  Story 14 

California 17 

Where  the  Roses  Never  Fade 19 

To  the  Six  0  'Connor  Sisters 21 

To  Ada                              x  22 

To  A  Sleeping  Child'  !.!!!!!".!!!!'.!!**.!!!!!!!  23 

To  Anna 24 

Smiles    26 

The  Mocking  Bird's  Song " 28 

Sweetheart  Mine 30 

Baby  Mine 31 

My  Name   ". 32 

Hope    34 

When  Thou  Art  Near 35 

The  Six  0  'Connor  Sisters 37 

Southern  California  in  Winter 39 

To  Edna  41 

To  Mamie 43 

To  Esther 44 

Home  in  California  45 

The  Heart's  Garden 46 

To  Ernest 48 

Now  50 

To  Nellie 52 

The  Word 54 

Give  to  the  Living 56 

Patrick  Murphy's  Store 57 

The  Tale  of  a  Cat 59 

A  Woman's  Plaint  . . ..  61 


PAGE 

Since  She  Was  Called  Away 63 

Tears   64 

Better  Than  Gold 66 

When  the  Heart  Grows  Lone 68 

To  Nell  in  Heaven 70 

Edward  McBride 72 

In  Memoriam    73 

Death    75 

An  Epitaph  76 

SONGS 

California  79 

I  Love  But  You  81 

In  Lullaby  Land 83 

A  Song  of  Love ." 85 

Laurena    86 

I  Long  for  Thee   .' 88 

Isle  of  Beauty   90 

The  Flower  of  Lismore 92 

Mother's  Lullaby   94 

Musing    96 

0  Sing  My  Love   98 

Marianna    ]  00 

Eileen  Asthore   102 

Where  Kathleen  Waits  for  Me 103 

Dreamland  Is  Calling   105 

Only  a  Baby's  Shoe 107 

Only  a  Withered  Shamrock 109 

Memories  of  Erin  .  .   Ill 


THE  TOT'S  BIRTHDAY  PARTY 

PAGE 

Introduction 115 

I  Want  To  Go  Back  116 

Uncle  Ben   118 

Grandma's  Girl    120 

The  Peddler  Man 122 

My  Birthday   123 

What  Mamma  Found 124 

The  Tale  of  a  Whale 125 

Aunt  Maney   127 

O'Donnell's  Heh> 128 

Vera's  Story   129 

Teeny  Weeny 130 

The  Tale  of  a  Comet ~. 132 

The  Mystic  King   135 

HYMNS  AND  DEVOTIONAL  HYMNS 

To  Day  139 

Christmas  Day 140 

Life  Eternal 141 

A  Child's  Prayer  142 

A  Morning  Prayer 143 

An  Evening  Prayer 144 

My  Solace 145 

Hymn  Love  Divine   146 

Give  Praise  to  Him  147 

O  Blessed  Name 149 

Hymn  to  the  Blessed  Virgin 150 

A  Christmas  Carol 151 

A  Prayer  152 

My  Prayer  153 

Trust  in  Him 155 

The  Unspoken  Prayer 157 

0  Lord  We  Plead  to  Thee  .  158 


PAGE 

0  Sacred  Heart  (a  prayer)   159 

A  Christmas  Hymn 160 

Love 161 

Faith  162 

Hymn  to  the  Sacred  Heart 163 

Ave  Maria   164 

Our  Lady,  Queen  of  May 165 

Hymn  to  the  Blessed  Virgin 166 

Ave  Maria   167 

A  Prayer  to  the  Sacred  Heart 168 

A  Passing  Thought   10'J 

Hope    170 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  11 


TO  MY  VIOLIN. 

Thou  mystic  thing  of  beauty,  wealth  and  art, 
What  power  of  thought,  and  flight  of  years  have  gone 
To  fashion  thee.    What  centuries  have  wrought 
Thy  resonant  fibres!    What  fingers  now  in 
Silent  dust,  did  charm  and  sway  the  multitude 
With  thy  melody.    When  touched  by  master 
Hand,  what  tones  divine  come  from  thy  hollow 
Chamber.    Sweet  olden  songs,  and  lingering 
Memories  of  the  vanished  past  thou  canst 
Unfold  in  soothing  strains.    As  if  from  Heaven 
Sent  thou  art,  with  angelic  song, — the  weary 

Pilgrim  here  to  cheer  in  hours  of  sorrow. 

**4»i  £^ 

Treasure Jpi  great/^wealth  than  that  of  Kings, 

Come  to  me  from  thy  strings, — my  violin. 


12  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


TO  A  MOCKING  BIRD. 

Beneath  a  palm  tree's  spreading  shade 

Entwined  with  ivy  round 
One  day  I  rested  from  my  toil 

And  from  above  a  sound 
Of  charming  notes  entrancing  clear, 

The  sweetest  ever  heard 
From  feathered  songster,  filled  the  glade 

From  that  most  joyous  bird. 

Who  could  utter  or  emulate 

The  sounds  I  heard  that  day? 
In  all  their  sweet  fantasia  form 

No  master  hand  could  play. 
E  'en  with  the  sweet  toned  violin 

'Twould  be  but  imitation 
Nor  human  voice  that's  e'er  been  heard 

Thro'  out  the  whole  creation. 

Hail!  thou  fair  King  of  feathered  song 

Wherever  thou  dost  fly 
None  other  of  the  warbling  tribe 

Beneath  the  heaven's  blue  sky, 
Can  cheer  the  heart  as  thou  fair  bird 

In  accents  sweet  and  clear, 
Are  loving  thoughts,  and  words  expressed 

To  those, — who  can  but  hear. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  13 


Thou  singest  when  the  morning  star 

Grows  dim  at  rosy  dawn 
And  still  thy  cheering  trills  are  heard 

When  dewy  eve  comes  on. 
And  when  the  evening  vesper  bell 

Tolls  forth  the  time  of  prayer, 
And  in  the  midnight  silent  hour, 

Thy  song  floats  through  the  air. 

Thy  sweet  beguiling  melodies 

Are  love  songs  all  thine  own. 
Stirred  by  sweet  human  sympathy, 

For  feathered  tribe  alone. 
Thou  feelest  every  joy  and  smart, 

That  to  bird  land  befall, 
There  is  no  song  bird 's  note  or  trill, 

That  thou  canst  not  recall. 


Oh !  what  a  joyous  life  is  thine, 

Wherever  thou  dost  stray 
While  musing  neath  that  tree  I  thought 

Could  we,  both  night  and  day 
Sing  with  the  same  sweet  blithsome  heart 

As  thou  dost  from  on  high, 
Free  from  all  earthly  sinful  snares, 

Sweet  warbler  of  the  sky. 


14  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


JIM. 


A  BOY'S  STORY 


Only  a  dog,  hungered  and  grim, 

This  the  hero  of  my  lay. 
Homeless,  but  no  one  sheltered  him, 

As  he  strayed  from  day  to  day, 
No  scion  of  a  Royal  line 

Just  one  of  mongrel  breed, 
Only  a  common  dog, — that's  all, 

With  courage  in  time  of  need. 


Only  a  dog,  whose  name  is  Jim 

Now  he  is  my  trusty  friend. 
No  hoarded  gold  can  purchase  him 

While  I  journey  to  life's  end, 
"A  friend  in  need  is  one  indeed," 

This  once  I  found  most  true, 
And  now  my  story  of  a  dog 

I  hope  will  interest  you. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  15 


I'll  tell  you  how  it  came  that  Jim, 

And  I  are  "chums"  today, 
Crossing  the  street  one  day  I  fell 

Right  in  the  trolley  way. 
Swift  came  a  car,  around  the  curve 

I  could  not  move  a  limb, 
So  paralyzed  I  was  with  fear 

When  to  the  scene, — rushed  Jim. 


My  mother  could  not  hear  my  cries, 

So  far  away  was  she, 
Jim  stood  there  with  his  flashing  eyes, 

Watching  the  car  and  me. 
Nearer  and  nearer  still  it  came 

'Twas  not  ten  feet  away 
Jim  seized  me  by  the  clothes  and  pulled 

And  saved  my  life  that  day. 


I'll  ever  recollect  that  time, 

When  I  in  childish  glee, 
Tried  o'er  the  crossing  for  to  climb 

Some  other  lad  to  see. 
Nor  soon  forget  the  noble  act 

While  o'er  the  earth  I  roam, 
Of  that  poor  faithful,  starving  dog 

Who  did  not  have  a  home. 


16  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


My  fond  companion  now  is  he 
While  fleeting  hours  glide, 
No  fear  have  I  for  any  foe 

When  ' '  Jim  "  is  by  my  side. 
Where  dwells  the  person  who  should  not 

Give  praise  where  it  is  due, 
Who  owned  a  dog  like  dear  old  ' '  Jim ' ' 

And  would  not  love  him  too. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  17 


CALIFORNIA. 


THE  LAND  OF  HEART'S  DESIRE 


In  this  fair  land  'tis  swjeet  to  dwell 

Where  fragrant  blossoms  cheer  the  way 
And  soothing  tones  from  rippling  streams 

Chant  anthems,  ever  night  and  day. 
The  balmy  breezes  cool  the  brow 

And  song  birds  trill  their  sweetest  lay 
Though  I  have  roamed  in  many  lands, 

Let  me  in  this  sleep  my  last  day, 
The  land  of  Heart's  Desire. 


'Tis  well  to  dwell  in  this  fair  land, 

'Twill  ever  bless  your  days  and  cheer, 
And  talents  that  kind  Heaven  endowed 

Each  one  and  all,  may  find  them  here. 
Delightful  scenes  entrance  the  eye, 

And  sounds  that  charm  the  listening  ear 
Will  ever  their  sweet  blessings  lend 

Until  the  heart  grows  lone  and  sear 
In  the  Land  of  Heart's  Desire. 


18  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


In  summer  fields  of  golden  grain 

From  mountains  to  the  surging  sea, 
And  citrus  groves  of  emerald  sheen, 

Adorn  the  valleys  fair  to  see. 
Though  Time's  grim  scythe  is  onward  mowing, 

Fair  nature 's  scenes  will  ever  last. 
The  luring  bright  and  joyous  present 

Thrill  hearts  with  glories  of  the  past, 
In  the  Land  of  Heart's  Desire. 


Here  old  familiar  faces  greet  us, 

Where  e'er  our  wandering  feet  may  stray. 
As  though  in  the  eternal  realm 

We  'd  meet  dear  friends  long  passed  away. 
Earth's  sun  kissed,  fairest,  flowery  spot, 

None  other  can  I  love  so  well, 
Where  now  I  write  these  lines  tonight 

Let  me  through  life,  forever  dwell 
In  the  Land  of  Heart's  Desire. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  19 


WHERE  THE  ROSES  NEVER  FADE. 

Let's  go  back  to  California, 
Dear  old  sweetheart,  you  and  I, 

In  my  heart  there  is  a  longing 

For  the  clear  blue  southern  sky. 

For  the  hoary,  towering  mountains, 
And  the  valleys  green  and  fair, 

For  the  winter  blooming  flowers, 
And  the  fragrance  of  the  air. 

To  that  land  of  green  and  golden, 

Far  away  from  frost  and  snow, 
Where  the  gentle  sighing  zephyrs, 

And  the  orange  blossoms  blow. 
Where  all  nature  smiles  her  fairest, 

And  the  song  birds  trill  their  lay, 
There  once  more  I  long  to  ramble, 

And  to  dream  life's  hours  away. 

Down  by  the  breakers  let  us  stray 

'Neath  the  cloudless  evening  skies, 
And  behold  the  broad  Pacific 

Where  the  golden  sunset  dies. 
Or  go  strolling  in  the  morning 

In  the  fragrant  balmy  air. 
When  there's  gold,  and  purple  gleaming, 

On  the  hillsides  everywhere. 


20  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


Let's  go  back  where  life's  worth  living 

Once  again  dear, — you  and  I; 
Let  us  hasten  to  its  beauties 

There  to  dwell,  and  there  to  die. 
And  when  we're  called  away  to  rest 

Let  us  sleep  beneath  the  shade, 
Where  the  song  birds  sing  their  praises 

And  the  roses  never  fade. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  21 


TO  THE  SIX  O'CONNOR  SISTERS. 
A  CHRISTMAS  WISH 

That  you  may  spend  a  happy  day 
In  peace,  and  love,  and  laughter, 
And  all  your  future  be  as  gay, 
I  wish  you  all  dear  girls  today 
And  all  your  days  hereafter. 

May  Heaven  gracious  gifts  bestow, 

And  angels  ever  hover 
To  cheer  and  guard  you,  night  and  day, 
Ever  will  I  sincerely  pray 

'Till  all  my  dreams  are  over. 

Not  because  of  friendly  tokens 

You  may  receive  today, 
But  for  the  sweet  songs  you  have  sung, 
And  all  the  good  deeds  you  have  done, 

To  cheer  some  lone  one 's  way. 

These  sincere  lines  that  now  you  read 

Accept  from  me  I  pray, 
And  that  Our  Lord  in  Heaven  above 
Protect  your  lives  with  His  dear  love, 

Is  my  best  wish  today. 


22  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


TO  ADA. 

14  MONTHS  OLD 

Oh  little  baby,  precious  guiless  child, 

The  charming  beauty  of  thy  cherub  face 

Entrances  me,  for  in  thy  radient  smile 

I  see  intelligence  far  beyond  the 

Years  of  thy  sweet  infant  grace,  and  grieve  to 

Think  the  wintery  breath  of  life  must  efface 

Thy  purity,  fair  flower  of  the  spring. 

Would  that  evil  never  taint  thee,  nor  that 

The  world  enthrall  thy  innocent  mind,  but 

It  is  ordained,  thou  too  must  taste  the  cup 

Of  woe,  and  thy  pure  heart  must  learn  to  grieve 

As  others  do,  but  fear  not  sweet  loving 

Child,  whatever  cares  may  meet  thee, — ills  befall 

God,  will  lead  thee  safely  through  them  all. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  23 


TO  A  SLEEPING  CHILD. 
ON  ITS  MOTHER'S  BREAST 

In  blissful  slumber  rest  sweet  child 
She  who  first  on  her  darling  smiled 
Is  watching  with  a  mother's  care 
Youth's  sorrows  she  will  help  thee  bear. 

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Sleep  babe  upon  thy  mother's  breast 
She'll  guard  thee  safely  in  thy  rest, 
Be  ever  gentle,  pure  and  mild, 
As  thou  art  now,  dear  sinless  child. 

Cling  fondly  to  her  sweet  embrace 
Who  first  cast  kisses  on  thy  face, 
Cling  closely  to  thy  mother  dear 
None  other's  love  is  so  sincere. 

Where  e'er  it  is  thy  lot  to  stray 
'Neath  skies  of  blue,  or  clouds  of  gray 
Where  e're  on  earth  the  starlight  gleams 
May  peaceful  ever  be  thy  dreams. 

Dream  on  my  charming  baby  friend 
Sweet  be  thy  dreams  until  life's  end, 
And  dream  at  last  in  Love  and  Peace 
Where  life's  discords  must  ever  cease. 


24  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


TO  ANNA. 


BIRTHDAY  GREETINGS 


Accept  this  humble  verse  I  pray 
Dear  Anna  this  thy  natal  day 
A  token  of  the  love  I  bear 
Intense,  unchanging,  and  sincere, 
I  bless  the  day  that  thou  wert  given 
Thy  mission  here  by  gracious  Heaven 
And  pray  that  He  who  gave  will  bless 
That  mission  with  supreme  success. 


The  gifts  to  thee  so  lavish  given 
Are  choicest  of  the  boons  of  Heaven 
May  such  long  as  thy  life  shall  last 
Adorn  thy  future  as  thy  past 
Thy  infant  smile,  thy  girlhood  grace, 
Thy  charm  of  soul,  and  heart  and  face, 
May  they  until  life's  circuit  ends 
Adorn  thy  form  and  charm  thy  friends. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  25 


If  ever  threatening  storms  arise 

To  cloud  thy  heart  or  dim  thine  eyes, 

0  Anna  you  may  succor  find 
For  all  the  ills  of  soul  and  mind. 
For  all  the  tortures  that  infest 
And  breed  affliction  and  unrest. 

1  pray  you  seek  and  'twill  be  given 
All  meed  of  comfort  from  high  Heaven. 


My  sister's  child,  my  darling  niece 
May  Heaven's  guidance  never  cease 
To  bless,  protect,  and  cheer  thy  way 
Through  all  thy  life  both  night  and  day. 
What  more  I'd  wish  I  cannot  tell 
'Twould  power  of  words  and  pen  excell, 
Be  but  yourself  as  in  the  past 
And  Heaven's  light  shall  round  thee  last. 


26  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


SMILES. 


Smile  as  you  journey  day  by  day 

And  o'er  life's  pathway  go, 
For  oft  to  some  poor  heart  'twill  bring 
A  healing  balsam  for  the  sting 
Of  harsh  word  spoken, — cruel  fling 
Made  by  some  one  you  know. 


A  smile  of  greeting  sweet  and  rare 

After  the  toil  of  the  day, 
Will  smooth  the  furrows  deep  with  care 
On  face  of  someone,  sweet  and  fair 
And  send  a  gleam  of  lovelight  there, 

When  the  years  have  flown  away. 


A  pleasant  smile  will  often  cheer 

A  pilgrim  on  life's  road, 
When  hope,  looks  lonely,  dark,  and  drear, 
And  sorrows,  only  linger  near, 
If  but  a  smiling  face  appear, 

'Twill  lighten  then  his  load. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  27 


Then  ever  gently  keep  in  mind 

In  night  or  golden  day. 
It  cheers  some  lonely  heart  to  find 
In  smiles,  the  love  of  human  kind, 
And  adds  another  link  to  bind 

True  friendship  on  life's  way. 


28  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


THE  MOCKING  BIRD'S  SONG. 


One  night  in  grief  I  went  to  bed 

My  heart  was  in  despair, 
The  trials  that  beset  life's  way, 
Severer  seemed  to  be  each  day, 
And  more  than  I  could  bear. 


Sleep  would  not  visit  my  tired  eyes, 

Weary  I  tossed  and  turned, 
As  I  lay  on  my  downy  bed, 
Trying  to  rest  my  aching  head 
While  fever,  flushed  and  burned. 


Suddenly  in  the  midnight  gloom, 

I  heard  the  sweetest  strain 
From  walnut  tree,  outside  my  cot, 
And  then  my  troubles  were  forgot, 
And  all  that  gave  me  pain. 


The  notes  from  some  wild  mocking  bird, 

Came  to  my  listening  ear, 
My  sorrows  vanished,  I  was  free 
As  mortal  ever  here  may  be, 

And  had  no  more  to  fear. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  29 


The  songs  from  that  sweet  singer's  throat 

Lulled  me  to  slumbering  rest, 
No  sweeter  trills  were  ever  heard, 
Than  came  from  that  most  joyous  bird, 
As  if  by  Heav'n  'twere  blest. 


And  in  the  dawning  of  the  morn, 

I  asked  with  contrite  heart, 
Kind  Heaven  who  sent  that  bird  to  cheer 
My  lonely  wanderings  moments  here, 

Such  blessings  n'er  depart. 


30  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


SWEETHEART  MINE. 


She  smiled  at  me,  and  my  heart  was  filled  with 
Rapture.    As  I  gazed  upon  her  loving 
Eyes  of  blue,  soft  as  an  azure  summer 
Sky.    I  clasped  her  by  the  slender  waist  and 
Pressed  her  to  my  bosom  where  she  rested 
In  confiding  trust.    How  I  loved  her  then 
And  love  her  now, — no  words  of  mine  can  tell. 
All  who  perchance  have  seen  this  charming  one, 
Admire  her  'mong  the  sweetest  they  have  known. 
Fair  as  a  blosom  kissed  by  the  diamond  dew 
And  sweet  as  a  blooming  rose  in  Junetime, 
Is  she,  this  love  of  mine,  and  now  will  I 
Confide  her  name, — which  I  have  not  yet  told, 
She  is  my  little  baby,— Ten  Months  Old. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  31 


BABY  MINE. 

Dear  little  brown  eyed  baby  Nell 
With  your  dimpled  smile  so  sweet, 

Ah  would  that  I  might  ever  dwell 
Where  your  smiling  face  would  greet. 

Life  would  then  far  sweeter  be 

When  at  close  of  eve  I'd  see 

Your  loving  arms  around  me  twine 
Dear  little  sweetheart  baby  mine. 

Each  day  would  be  one  long  sweet  song 
When  I  could  feel  your  presence  near, 

And  love  would  then  my  life  prolong 
And  fill  my  heart  with  hope  and  cheer. 

The  love  that  your  sweet  eyes  express 

And  your  dear  loving  fond  caress, 

Would  keep  me  true  as  stars  that  shine 
To  you,  dear  sweetheart  baby  mine. 

May  angels  guard  you  baby  dear, 
By  silvan  night  and  golden  dj*y, 

And  all  your  thoughts  be  off  good  cheer 
Where  e  'er  your  wandering  feet  may  stray, 

May  love  within  your  heart  e'er  reign, 

And  want  or  woe  ne'er  cause  you  pain 
And  in  life's  end  sweet  songs  divine 
Bless  you  my  sweetheart  baby  mine. 


32  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


MY  NAME. 

I'm  part  of  every  thing  that  lives 
And  oft  my  presence,  pleasure  gives. 
A  part  of  all  God's  Holy  plan 
And  known  since  the  world  began. 
All  living  things  where  e'er  they  be 
That  dwell  above,  or  'neath  the  sea, 
Share  all  the  blessings  that  I  claim 
In  this  my  most  mysterious  name. 

The  "Book  of  books"  that  cannot  err 
In  it  my  name  doth  oft  occur. 
And  in  it,  too,  you'll  find  quite  plain 
A  triple  meaning  for  my  name. 
In  Christian  virtues  I  am  found 
And  oft  my  praises  they  resound. 
No  song  or  story  ever  told 
No  part  of  which  we  now  withhold. 

When  stars  are  shining  clear  and  bright 
You'll  ever  find  me  in  the  night 
And  where  the  towering  steeples  rise, 
Beneath  the  blue  or  golden  skies. 
The  charming  evening  rainbow's  hue 
Reflects  my  name  oft  times  to  you. 
And  in  the  waving  forest  tree 
There  am  I,  too. — You  will  agree. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  33 


The  birds  that  fly  o'er  mountain  peak 
Might  tell  my  name  if  they  could  speak 
And  rivers  that  flow  to  the  sea 
Are  ever  known  as  part  of  me. 
Behold  I'm  gentle  as  a  flower, 
And  great  is  my  submissive  power. 
Scorn  not  these  words  in  simple  rhyme 
But  tell  my  name,  and  now's  the  time. 


34  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


HOPE. 


Though  skies  look  dark  and  dreary, 

And  howling  winds  do  wail, 
Though  all  your  friends  desert  you 

And  bitter  foes  assail. 
Though  your  heart  be  sad  with  sorrow, 

Brighter  days  will  come  to  you, 
Cling  to  ideals  ever  pure 

And  your  dreams  will  yet  come  true. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  35 


WHEN  THOU  ART  NEAR. 


The  hours  pass  and  swiftly  glide 
When  thou  sweet  one  art  by  my  side, 


While  thou  loved  one  my  life  can  cheer, 
And  skies  are  bright  and  ever  fair 
While  thy  endearing  smiles  I  share. 


Each  day  I  live,  is  one  of  cheer 
When  I  can  feel  thy  presence  near, 
Thy  gladsome  voice,  my  life  to  bless 
And  thy  sweet  loving,  fond  caress, 
Ever  'tis  then  thou  seem'st  to  be 
Dearer  than  all  on  earth  to  me. 


When  worries  round  my  pathway  throng 
I  seek  the  glories  of  thy  song, 
To  cheerful  heart  it  takes  me  soon 
Dispelling  all  life's  care  and  gloom. 
And  then  I  long  for  thy  embrace, 
And  loving  kisses  on  my  face. 


36  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


And  when  at  last,  life's  dream  is  o'er 
And  I  must  seek  that  Unknown  Shore, 
Where  all  on  earth  must  soon  or  late, 
Be  called  to  know  their  final  fate, 
Ah!  then  I'll  know  that  thy  dear  love 
Will  plead  for  me  in  Heaven  above. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  37 


THE  SIX  O'CONNOR  SISTERS. 


With  rosy  cheeks  and  teeth  of  pearls 
Blue  eyes  of  tender  light 

Entrancing  are  those  charming  girls 
And  joyous  to  the  sight. 


As  to  some  poets  lonely  bower 
A  light  beams  from  the  skies 

Or  dew  drops  on  some  fragrant  flower 
Are  smiles,  from  their  sweet  eyes. 


What  hopes  entrance  each  pulsing  heart 

When  day  and  night  along 
Such  harmonies  they  can  impart 

In  tones  of  heavenly  song. 


In  sylvan  groves  where  nymphs  abound 
None  are  more  fair  than  they. 

Tis  joy  to  hear  their  laugh  resound 
Where  e  'er  they  sing  or  play. 


38  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


What  gladness  lights  each  smiling  face 

As  footlights  they  advance 
What  pleasure  to  their  native  race 

To  greet  their  smiles  and  glance. 

Fond  memories  dear  'twill  ever  bring 

Where  e'er  a  Celtic  dwells 
To  hear  O'Connor  sisters  sing 

"Killarneys  lakes  and  fells." 

And  when  that  old  melodious  song 
Fair  "Annie  Laurie"  true 

Come  from  their  lips,  you  ever  long 
For  that  sweet  song  anew. 

Bright  visions  o'er  the  spirit  rolls 

When  all  the  air  along 
Floats  with  the  voice  of  virgin  souls 

In  sweet  harmonious  song. 

Long  may  their  talents  ever  tend 

To  cheer  us  on  life's  way 
And  Heaven  choicest  blessings  send 

Where  ever  they  may  stray. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  39 


SOUTHERN  CALIFORNIA  IN  WINTER. 


Here  in  the  land  of  the  fair  South  West 
The  sun  shines  bright  o'er  the  mountains  crest 
And  valleys  green  that  are  fair  to  see 
From  flow'r  crown 'd  hills  to  the  surging  sea. 

The  dew  drops  sleep  in  the  winter's  bloom 
Of  tropic  plants,  and  sweet  flowers'  perfume 
The  balmy  air,  and  the  brooklets  flow, 
While  mountains  near  are  agleam  with  snow. 

The  drowsy  song  of  the  busy  bees, 
Is  wafted  far  through  the  citrus  trees, 
And  humming  birds  seek  blooming  flowers 
Through  all  the  joyous  sunlit  hours. 

Lone  deserts  once,  now  bloom  in  emerald  sheen, 
Enchanting  as  a  sylvan  fairy  queen. 
Hesperian  fruits  and  bowers  of  soft  repose 
Flowering  gardens,  fragrant  as  the  rose. 

Where  the  old  church  bells  ring  out  so  sweet, 

From  the  mission  towers  as  if  to  greet 

And  offer  each  one  a  welcome  hand, 

Who  come  to  this  heav'n  bless 'd  far  famed  land. 


40  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


From  summer  storms  of  the  fiery  east, 
From  frigid  winters  we  are  released, 
And  offer  thanks  for  the  charm  possessed 
Where  nature  smiles,  and  each  one  is  blest 
In  this  fair,  Southern,  Land  of  the  West. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  41 


TO  EDNA 
AGE  THIRTEEN  YEARS 

Edna  accept  from  me  I  pray 

On  this  thy  joyous  natal  day 

My  modest  effort  to  rehearse 

In  humble  unpretentious  verse, 

These  sincere  wishes  that  I  send 

To  thee  my  charming  youthful  friend. 


Another  year  in  the  flight  of  time 
Of  your  life  of  love,  and  bright  sunshine 
Another  year  has  bless 'd  thy  life 
Free  from  all  sorrow,  care  and  strife. 
May  all  life's  years  as  peaceful  be 
As  now,  dear  child,  they  are  to  thee. 


May  each  succeeding  birthday  bless 
And  crown  thy  efforts  with  success, 
And  ever  may  thy  birthdays  find 
As  now  so  loving,  sweet,  and  kind. 
Dear  little  girl  as  now  thou  art 
And  may  they  ne'er  from  thee  depart. 


42  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


What  more  I'd  wish  'tis  hard  to  say 
Anent  thy  life's  most  happy  day. 
But  this  I'll  add, — true  virtues  last 
When  all  thy  earthly  joys  are  past. 
And  when  at  length  life's  dream  is  o'er 
May  cheer  thee  on  some  brighter  shore. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  43 


TO  MAMIE. 


Fair  as  a  lily  kissed  by  the  morning  dew 

To  me  thou  wert  my  own  love,  fond  and  true, 
And  joyous  then  the •  hours  my  life  had  known 
But  now  I  sigh,  and  long  for  thee  alone 
Since  Heaven  hath  called  my  dear  one, — for  its  own. 


A  rose  bud  though  withered  and  faded  its  bloom 
Still  breathes  all  its  sweetness  in  fragrant  perfume. 
'Round  my  heart  then  will  hover  in  sorrow  or  glee 
'Till  my  last  dream  is  over, — sweet  memories  of  thee. 


44  WAYSIDE    MEMORIES. 


TO  ESTHER. 

AGE  NINE  YEARS 


Little  Esther  thou  art  charming 
As  the  rose  thou  sent  to  me 

On  that  morning  in  the  June  time 
And  I'll  ever  think  of  thee. 


May  thy  future  life  be  happy 

Free  from  care,  and  sorrows  frown 

And  the  joys  of  earth  be  with  thee 
And  at  last  a  Heavenly  crown. 


Accept  this  best  wish  now  I  send 
To  thee  my  little  brown  eyed  friend. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  45 


HOME  IN  CALIFORNIA. 


Back  from  winter  of  ice  and  snow 
Home  in  the  land  where  all  things  grow 
Away  from  the  northern  blizzards  blast 
Here  whore  the  genial  summers  last, 
Where  blossoms  tinge  the  verdant  hue 
From  spring  to  spring  the  whole  year  through 
And  song  birds  sing  both  night  and  day 
In  gladsome  praise  from  May  'till  May. 


Back  to  the  clime  I  love  so  well 
What  joy  to  me  words  fail  to  tell 
Away  from  my  old  northern  home 
Where  in  my  youth  I  loved  to  roam 
And  though  it  pained  my  sorrowing  heart 
From  native  land  and  friends  to  part, 
Now  in  this  fair  and  southern  clime 
Content  I  am  to  dwell, — life's  time. 


Let  others  sigh  for  lands  that  be 
California  is  the  land  for  me. 


46  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


THE  HEART'S  GARDEN. 


In  the  garden  of  your  heart 

Plant  today  a  tiny  seed 
'Twill  ever  flourish  bloom  and  grow 
What  e'er  the  kind  of  seed  you  sow 
In  the  garden  of  your  heart, 
In  the  garden,  of  your  heart. 


What  you  sow  that  shall  you  reap 
It  may  be  peace,  or  discontent, 

If  you  aspire  to  noble  deeds 

Plant  not  the  seed  that  bring  forth  weeds, 
What  you  sow  that  shall  you  reap 
What  you  sow,  that  shall  you  reap. 


If  you  sow  the  seed  of  hate 

Expect  to  reap  with  bitter  tears, 

Who  hate  but  one,  he  hateth  all 

The  seed  once  sown  is  past  recall, 

If  you  sow  the  seed  of  hate 

If  you  sow,  the  seed  of  hate. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  47 


If  the  seed  of  love  you  sow 

Ever  you'll  garner  from  the  soil, 
Sweet  blossoms,  that  will  crown  each  day 
And  life  will  be  one  joyous  May, 
If  the  seed  of  love  you  sow 
If  the  seed  of  love,  you  sow. 


48  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


TO  ERNEST. 


AGE  THREE  AND  ONE-HALF  YEARS 


''Little  Buster," — I  must  call  you 
For  you  well  deserve  the  name 

If  you  keep  on  as  you're  doing 

Some  day  you  will  win  great  fame. 


No  one  e'er  could  feel  despondent 

There  can  be  no  fits  of  "blue" 
Where  you  dwell  there's  "something  doing" 

Morning,  noon,  and  evening,  too. 


Who  could  follow  your  tinv  feet 
In  their  roaming  daiiy  play 

Running  here  and  climbing  there 
Doing  something  all  the  day. 


Scaling  ladders  to  the  roof, 
Swaying  on  the  branches  green, 

Eating  peaches  e'er  they  ripen 
Choking  kittens,  'till  they  scream. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  49 


Racing  with  your  little  wagon 
Calling  sisters  to  play  ball, 

Little  hero  when  you  tumble, 
Never  hear  you  cry  at  all. 


Making  pictures  with  a  pencil 
On  the  side  walk  or  the  floor 

Battling  like  a  little  " Nelson" 
Calling  me  from  kitchen  door. 


Plucking  roses  from  the  tree 

Then  swinging  on  the  garden  gate. 
Happy  as  a  King  might  be 

You'll  make  things  "hum"  when  you  are  eight. 


Dear  little  brown  eyed  happy  boy 
With  curling  hair  of  golden  hue. 

Your  fond  mother's  hope  and  joy 

There  is  no  one, — but  must  love  you. 


Ever  smiling,  bright  and  happy 
If  every  one  could  so  appear 

What  a  joyous  world  to  live  in 
'Twould  be  akin  to  heaven  here. 


50  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


NOW. 


Tomorrow,  no  one  yet  hath  ever  seen 
Its  sun  will  never  shine  upon  thy  brow. 
Heaven  doth  to  us  but  present  time  allow 
Let  thy  best  deeds  be  done  today,  and  now 
Let  now  be  the  time. 


Thou  who  are  bless 'd  with  abundant  store 

Make  some  poor  one  more  happy,  free  his  care. 
Some  one  who's  sorrowed  life  is  hard  to  bear 
Help  to  relieve  his  suffering  and  despair, 
Now,  now,  is  the  time. 


Some  one  there  may  be  that  thou  lovest  well, 
Help  him  through  all  his  weary,  toiling  days. 
If  troubles  come,  be  ever  true  always 
And  cheer  his  life  with  acts  that  need  no  praise 
Let  now  be  the  time. 

Some  friend  thou  may'st  have  had  and  held  most  dear 
But  called  beyond  the  reach  of  thy  intent. 
And  never  knew  that  thou  so  kindly  meant 
To  fill  his  life  with  bliss,  and  sweet  content. 
When  thou  had'st  the  time. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  51 


Let  now  be  the  time,  thou  should 'st  no  longer  wait 
To  give  sweet  loving  smiles,  and  words  of  cheer 
To  those  whose  souls  to  thee  are  ever  dear. 
They  ne'er  may  meet  thee,  in  the  coming  year 
Ah !  now  is  the  time. 


And  when  earth's  light  is  fading  from  thy  sight 
And  time  hath  set  its  seal  upon  thy  brow 
Consoling  then  will  be  the  thought  when  thou 
Canst  humbly  say  "Life's  deeds  I  offer  now" 
To  Thee,  my  Lord  to  Thee." 


52  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 

TO  NELLIE. 

AGE  FIVE  YEARS 

Nellie,  my  dear  sweet  brown  eyed  girl 

"With  golden  hair  and  teeth  of  pearl 

And  smiling  cheeks  and  lips  as  fair 

As  blooming  roses  in  June  air, 

To  thee  I  sing  this  little  lay 

On  this  thy  joyous  fifth  Birthday. 


Sweet  loved  one,  fair  as  ever  born 

I  've  known  thee  since  thy  natal  morn 

Beholding  thee  in  infant  play 

And  brighter  growing  every  day, 

Until  thy  tiny,  toddling  feet 

In  playful  mirth,  thou  would 'st  me  greet. 


Recalling  years  that  long  had  flown 
When  she,  my  brown  eyed  one,  mine  own 
Would  meet  me  in  the  same  fond  way 
That  I  with  her  might  romp,  and  play, 
And  gaily  dance  her,  on  my  knee, 
As  oft  dear  child  I  did  with  thee. 


WAYSIDE    MEMORIES.  53 


Singing  an  old  time  sweet  refrain 
Now  lingers  round  my  lips  again 
When  e'er  thy  smiling  face  I  see 
And  gave  to  thee  such  ecstacy, 
As  oft  I  placed  my  hands  in  thine 
Dear  little  brown  eyed,  sweteheart  mine. 


That  song  I  sung  at  early  morn 
Shall  thy  sweet  smile  for  e'er  adorn 
That  simple  air  that  cheer 'd  thy  heart, 
And  sorrow  gave'  thee  when  we'd  part 
That  same  sweet  lullaby  shall  ring 
Through  future  ages  yet  to  sing. 


Times  onward  march  shall  ever  go 
And  over  life's  waves  my  bark  shall  flow 
Arid  journey  to  its  destined  end, — 
But  ne'er  my  little  charming  friend 
Can  I  forget  those  happy  days 
Or  thy  endearing  loving  ways. 


Sweet  child,  with  dimpled  smile  divine 
May  skies  of  blue  be  ever  thine, 
Where  e'er  thy  gentle  feet  may  stray 
Treading  through  life's  uncertain  way, 
And  heaven  choicest  blessings  send 
To  thee,  my  little  brown  eyed  friend. 


54  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


THE  WORD. 

We  sing  to  all  where  e'er  they  dwell 

In  praise  one  small  word. 
The  greatest  any  pen  can  write 

Or  ear  hath  ever  heard. 
One  little  word,  one  only  one 
You  '11  say  'tis  true  e  'er  I  gave  gone. 

Pray  think  of  this  where  e'er  you  stray 

Over  life's  broad  and  cheerful  way 
And  ne'er  forget  the  word. 


The  angels  high  oft'  sing  its  praise 
In  heaven  where  they  belong, 

The  only  theme  'tis  said  that  they 
Deem  worthy  of  their  song. 

For  kindly  thoughts  and  kindly  deeds 

In  heaven  are  treasured  more  than  creeds, 
By  this  alone  can  we  them  see 
After  we've  crossed  life's  mystic  sea — 
This  one  sweet  simple  word. 


No  dweller  of  this  mundane  sphere 

Will  need  a  better  creed, 
To  cheer  him  o'er  life's  changeful  way 

Than  do  some  kindly  deed. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  55 

If  it  is  done  in  Christian  heart 

Sweet  love  divine  will  never  part, 
For  He  can  guide  with  gracious  hand 
Each  one  and  all  to  Heaven's  land 

Then  trust  for  e'er  in  His  dear  name 

If  life  Eternal  you  would  gain. 

For  God  is  Love,  and   Love's  the  Word. 


56  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


GIVE  TO  THE  LIVING. 


Keep  your  flowers,  do  not  send  them, 
When  from  earth  I  Ve  passed  away, 

But  oh,  give  me  love  and  friendship 
As  I  journey  down  life's  way. 


Offer  help  to  those  in  sorrow, 
And  leave  cruel  words  unsaid, 

To  the  living  give  your  flowers 

No  one  needs  them  when  they're  dead. 


An  ever  generous  helping  hand 
Can  some  suffering  creature  bless, 

'Tis  better  than  a  hundreds  wreaths 
Of  flowers  in  his  distress. 


Seek  not  the  grave  for  vain  display, 
Sow  the  seeds  of  kindness  now, 

Be  faithful  to  some  one  in  need, 
And  Heaven  will  crown  your  brow. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  57 


PATRICK  MURPHY'S  STORE. 

Fain  would  we  seek  the  Muse's  power, 
That  we  might  sing  each  gladsome  hour 
Of  high  class  goods  we  have  on  hand 
For  all  who  dwell  in  this  fair  land. 
Your  honest  custom  now  we  crave, 
All  readers  who  would  money  save 
And  your  attention  give  we  pray, 
To  this  our  unpretentious  lay. 

Our  business  is  the  Grocery  trade, 

We  have  the  goods  already  made 

We're  working  at  it  all  the  time, 

( 'Tis  easier  far  than  writing  rhyme,) 

And  sell  at  profits  very  small, 

To  needy  poor,  the  rich,  and  all, 

Who  need  the  food  that  life  demands, 

To  give  them  strength  for  toiling  hands. 

To  keep  the  best  that  people  eat 
We  pride  ourselves,  all  else  to  beat, 
The  choicest  viands  for  the  table 
For  rich,  and  poor,  alike   we're  able, 
To  furnish  at  the  lowest  price, 
Likewise  the  goods  are  kept  on  ice, 
From  dairy  butter  to  sweetest  cream, 
None  better  in  this  land  is  seen. 


58  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 

Smoked  bacon,  syrup,  cheese,  and  lard, 
And  dry  goods  sundries,  by  the  yard, 
Hesperian  fruits,  of  every  brand, 
No  better  grown  in  this  land. 
Breakfast  foods,  of  which  we've  many, 
Canned  goods,  and  choicest  brands  of  honey, 
Confections  for  the  young  and  old, 
No  sweeter  yet  have  e'er  been  sold. 

Tea's  of  the  best,  we've  blended  here, 

And  customers  from  far  and  near, 

The  water  boil,  heat  well  the  pot, 

And  better  tea  can  not  be  bought, 

Coffee,  too,  of  finest  flavor, — 

Do  yourself  a  lasting  favor 

Buy  but  the  best,  and  buy  it  here 

'Twill  give  you  health  throughout  the  year. 

There's  nothing  in  the  Grocery  line 
We  can't  supply  at  any  time, 
Likewse  good  tinware,  pails,  and  pans, 
Your  gasoline  and  coal  oil  cans, 
We  fill  with  overflowing  measure, 
You'll  call  again  in  haste  or  leisure, 
And  bless  the  day  for  ever  more, 
You  heard  of  Patrick  Murphy's  Store. 


And  owner  who  will  treat  you  well 

While  here  through  life  near  him  you  dwell. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  59 


THE  TALE  OF  A  CAT. 


On  a  backyard  fence,  an  old  Tom  cat 
Sat  perched  away  up  high, 

Remarking  to  a  feline  friend 
My!  how  the  time  doth  fly. 


It  seems  but  just  a  week  or  two 
Since  both  we  last  were  here, 

How  I  remember  that  time  well 
Though  since  has  passed  a  year. 


It  seems  no  more  than  yesterday 
Since  that  time  now  I  ween 

We  sang  in  midnight  revelry 
Beneath  the  stars  bright  sheen. 


Ah  yes!    I  well  remember  now, 
Though  many  months  since  then, 

A  man  threw  up  his  window  and, 
Threw  from  his  little  den, 


60  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


Two  empty  bottles,  and  a  shoe, 
An  old  brass  watch  and  chain, 

The  last  named  hit  me  on  the  ribs 
And  often  caused  me  pain. 

From  various  other  windows  came 
In  vile  and  slangy  prose 

Words  that  I  cannot  mention  now, 
But  still,  Time  Onward  Goes. 


Then  let  us  make  some  noise  tonight 
And  raise  our  voices  clear, 

It  is  the  way  our  friends  delight 
To  welcome  the  New  Year. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  61 


A  WOMAN'S  PLAINT. 


In  large  lettered  type  "Absolutely  Free" 

Are  "ads  in  the  papers  now  daily  we  see, 

Of  valuable  prizes  in  silver  and  gold 

Goods  for  the  household  given  free  we  are  told, 

A  stickpin,  a  broach,  a  watch  or  a  ring 

Gold  cuff  links,  a  clock,  or  some  other  thing 

A  large  box  of  candy,1  some  fine  chewing  gum, 

A  bracelet,  or  chain  or  jewelry  "slum." 

The  silver  of  Rogers  some  say  its  the  best 

In  Mahogany  case,  26  pieces  rest 

A  little  of  Credit  for  one  fifty  or  more 

On  pianos  can  be  bought  for  that  by  the  score 

And  piano  free  till  the  New  Years  time 

Is  a  well  baited  hook  in  this  genial  clime. 

To  catch  some  "tender  feet"  just  from  the  east 

As  a  cow  boy   would   "lasso"  a  wild  herding  beast. 

All  this  and  much  more  absolutely  FREE 

To  outline  a  picture  my  child  of  but  three. 

Years  of  age  did  trace,  looked  at  me  with  surprise 

Saying,  Mama,  Mama,  I  won  the  first  prize, 

Then  quickly  I  hastened  down  town  to  Broadway 

Hoping  a  piano  to  own  the  next  day. 

But  alas,  for  the  hope  of  the  young  and  the  old 

'Tis  the  same  old  story  hath  ever  been  told 

I  looked  at  pianos  from  top  floor  to  ground 


62  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


And  closely  inspecting,  I  very  soon  found 

That  Coupon  was  worthless,  I  thought  such  a  prize 

And  contempt  for  such  methods  I  could  not  disguise, 

And  gave  my  opinion  in  language  quite  plain 

But  it  taught  me  a  lesson  I  cannot  restrain, 

Imparting  to  others,  "Beware  oh,  Beware!" 

Of  'ads'  headed  'Free';  they  may  glitter  and  glare 

But  are  not  but  a  blank  and  contemptible  snare." 


MORAL 

The  moral  of  this  should  be  plain  to  each  mind 
By  simply  reflecting  a  moment  you  find 
Change  R  to  an  A  and  K  to  first  E 
Transposed  then  it  is  and  reads  not  as  FREE 
But  gives  the  true  meaning  all  readers  should  take 
Avoiding  such  Houses,  that  are  but  a  FAKE. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  63 


SINCE  SHE  WAS  CALLED  AWAY. 


The  evening  shadows  longer  stay 
Since  that  long,  lonely  winter's  day, 
Song  birds  sing  in  a  minor  strain 
And  sweet  songs  have  a  sad  refrain 
Since  she  was  called  away. 

Hush'd  is  the  gentle,  loving  voice 
That  oft  hath  made  my  heart  rejoice. 
Cheerless  the  place  her  presence  blessed 
Untouched  the  keys  her  fingers  pressed 
Since  she  was  called  away. 

Each  day  is  lonely,  long  and  drear 

But  in  my  heart  I  cherish  dear 

The  hope,  that  after  life's  long  years, 
She'll  greet  me  where  there  are  no  fears, 
And  eyes  are  never  dimmed  with  tears 

Where  she  was  called  away. 


64  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


TEARS. 

Deem  not  that  tears  are  shed  in  vain 
Or  that  they  come  to  grieve  and  pain 
They  are  sweet  balm  from  Heaven  above 
Divinely  sent  as  gifts  of  love. 

From  infant  dawn  to  ages  eve 
They  flow  to  soothe  us  and  relieve 
Unbid  they  visit  in  disguise 
Physicians  sent  us  from  the  skies. 

Think  not  they  prove  intenser  smart 
To  wounds  upon  the  bleeding  heart, 
They  bathe  and  heal  the  torn  breast 
And  soothe  us  to  restoring  rest. 

The  eye  that's  powerless  to  effuse 
The  trickling  tear  will  ever  lose 
The  service  that  kind  Heaven  designed 
For  aching  soul  and  torturing  mind. 

Ungrateful  he  who  fails  to  prize 
These  priceless    tributes    from  the  skies, 
They  scald  and  burn,  but  in  their  smart 
Is  our  divine  Physician's  art. 


WAT  SIDE   MEMORIES.  65 


Forbid  them  not  good  angels  bring 
This  healing  balsam  for  each  sting 
But  feel  and  know  that  tears  are  given 
In  mercy  by  the  hand  of  Heaven. 

There  are  no  sources  of  distress 
For  which  they'll  not  afford  redress 
The  fountain  of  the  tearfilled  eye 
Unfailing  remedies  supply. 

Mary  sought  solade  in  the  tear 
She  shed  upon  the  Saviour's  bier 
And  Jesus  wept.    He  knew  how  best 
To  care  and  soothe  the  suffering  breast. 

Let  the  tear  flow  to  fall  upon 
The  grass  of  parent,  or  of  Son, 
Let  the  tear  flow  and  wet  her  bier 
Of  all  on  earth  most  loved  most  dear. 

Let  the  tear  flow  for  friendship  gone 
To  never,  never  more  return, 
Let  the  tear  flow  when  anguish  sears 
Or  keen  remorse  the  bosom  tears. 

Let  the  tears  flow  God  gave  us  tears 
To  heal  our  pangs  and  calm  our  fears, 
The  briny  tide  may  smart,    but  Oh! 
Forbid  them  not  to  gush  and  flow. 


66  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


BETTER  THAN  GOLD. 


Be  kind  to  your  mother,  she's  better  than  gold 
This  maxim  is  true,  as  when  first  it  was  told. 
For  when  she  is  gone,  earth's  wealth  cannot  buy 
One  sparkle  of  love,  that  beamed  from  her  eye. 


The  love  that  God  gave,  will  never  depart, 
Such  is  the  love  of  your  own  mother's  heart. 
Pure  as  the  dew  drop  that  falls  from  above 
To  kiss  the  sweet  rose  at  eve  with  its  love. 


The  love  of  a  mother,  these  words,  0  what  bliss, 
To  memory  recall  days  of  sweet  happiness. 
Fair,  gentle  and  pure  as  the  young  brooding  dove 
Holy  as  Heaven  is  a  mother's  fond  love. 


The  love  that  is  Holy  from  prayers  and  tears 

That  cheer  our  souls  onward  through  life's  weary 

years. 

Ah !  who  can  forget  her,  who  hushed  us  to  rest 
By  her  sweet  whispered  prayer,  that  so  often  have 

blessed. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  67 


She'll  miss  her  fond  mother,  that  image  shall  still 
Be  to  her  as  faithful  through  deaths  lonely  chill. 
As  when  in  youth's  springtime,  with  truth  undefiled 
She  kissed  and  carressed  her,  her  idol, — her  child. 

He'll  miss  his  dear  mother  when  young  hope  hath  fled 
And  sigh  for  the  years,  when  she  pillowed  his  head, 
On  her  love  pulsing  bosom  with  heart  as  sincere 
And  love  e  'er  unwavering  while  her  life  lingered  here. 

We  long  in  our  youth  'for  years  that  will  come 
And  repent  in  old  age  for  the  deeds  we  have  done, 
Whether  spring  time  or  winter  of  life's  with  us  yet, 
Our  fond  mother's  love,  we  can  never  forget. 


68  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


WHEN  THE  HEART  GROWS  LONE. 


When  songs  that  cheer 'd  us  in  youth's  golden  hour 
No  more  we  hear  along  life's  varied  way, 

And  dreams  we  cherished    when    love's    first  sweet 

flower 
Bloomed  but  to  fade,  in  one  fair  summer  day. 

Then  the  heart  grows  lone  and  we  ever  long 

For  the  ones  we  love,  who  from  earth  have  gone. 


When  hopes  we  once  prized  dear  are  blighted  now 
And  eyes  we  love  have  vanished  from  our  view, 

When  ties  that  bind  each  loving  heart  sincere, 
Are  severed  from  the  ones,  who  love  them  true. 

Then  the  heart  grows  lone,  and  we  ever  long 

For  the  ones  we  love  who  from  earth  have  gone. 


When  loving  smiles  that  memory  oft'  can  trace 
Our  first  glad  meeting  to  some  long  flown  day 

When  lips  we  kissed  in  love 's  fond  sweet  embrace 
And  hands  we  clasped,  are  now  but  silent  -clay. 

Then  the  heart  grows  lone,  and  we  ever  long, 

For  the  ones  we  love,  who  from  earth  have  gone. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  69 


No  soul  is  ever  lost  who  once  hath  lived 
And  in  some  distant  realm  again  we'll  hear 

The  cherished  voices  of  departed  ones 

Then  all  the  past  to  us  will  be  made  clear. 

Where  heart 's  can  ne  'er  grow  lone,  and  Love 's  Sweet 
Song 

Eternally,  will  all  our  lives  prolong. 


70  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


TO  NELL  IN  HEAVEN. 


The  past  has  vanished  far  away, 

Dead  are  the  years  behind, 
And  faded  as  the  ashes  gray 

Are  youthful  hopes  that  twined. 
With  rosy  semblance  round  each  brow 
Oh  perished  hopes  where  are  ye  now? 


Fond  memories  of  the  joyous  past 
Leave  nothing  but  the  shade, 

And  golden  dreams  I  thought  would  last 
Blossom 'd  but  soon  to  fade, 

And  makes  my  heart  to  sigh  and  moan 

For  thy  sweet  spirit,  which  hath  flown. 


The  castles  that  I  once  built  high 
Ah!  fair  they  seemed  to  me, 

Their  towers  pierced  the  starry  sky 
But  now  no  more  I  see. 

For  on  one  lonely  summer  day 

The  tears  I  shed,  washed  them  away. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  71 


The  golden  hours  of  youthful  play 
When  thou  wert  by  my  side, 

Have  drifted  with  times  tide  away 
And  Fate  our  paths  divide. 

But  ne'er  forgotten  are  those  days 

Or  thy  sweet  tender  loving  ways. 


In  pleasant  thoughts  thou    still    art    nigh 

And  living  yet  to  me, 
As  in  the  happy  days  gone  by 

Thy  smiling  face  I  see. 
When  thy  fond  footsteps  lingered  near 
And  thy  sweet  voice  my  life  did  cheer. 


0  loved  one,  when  Life 's  closing  day 

That  comes  to  each  and  all, 
Has  faded  with  the  gold  away 

And  evening  shadows  fall, 
Around  my  last  declining  breath 
And  I  am  conquered, — by  King  Death, 

Where  mundane  ills  can  ne'er  befall 
Through  Love  Divine, — may  I  there  meet 
Thy  spirit  pure  in  bliss  to  greet. 


72  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


EDWARD  McBRIDE. 
IN  MEMORIAM 

Spirit  of  our  beloved,  where  hast  thou  fled, 

In  youthful  vigor  and  hale  manly  power? 

Called  from  thy  loved  ones, — in  a  moment's  breath, 

Tears  relieve,  but  Hope  heals  the  wounds  of  grief. 

Creatures  of  God  we  are,  His  will  is  for 

Our  weal,  in  some  brighter  sphere  thou  livest, 

Though  hidden  from  us,  thy  familiar  form 

The  shadows  will  but  hide  a  little  space, 

When  we  shall  see  thy  smiling  face  again. 

And  oft'  in  future  years  wilt  thou  greet  us 

In  pleasant  dreams,  when  we  in  slumber  rest, 

Though  all  must  die,  eternally  we  live, 

And  through  the  mercy  of  His  loving  grace, 

Again  we'll  meet  thee  in  sweet  love's  embrace. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  73 


IN  MEMORIAM. 

In  the  soft  eve  summer's  gloaming 

When  the  flickering  starlight  gleams 
Where  the  broad  Atlantic's  moaning 

Fills  my  soul  with  yearning  dreams. 
Then  my  thoughts  turn  sadly  homeward 

O'er  the  ocean  waves  and  gloom 
Where  now  at  rest  my  mother  sleeps 

In  the  cold  and  sclent  tomb. 

Now  hush'd  is  the  voice  that  long  hath  cheer 'd 

My  life  in  its  wandering  way, 
And  folded  the  gentle  loving  hands 

That  are  now  but  as  silent  clay. 
And  eyes  that  made  my  heart  rejoice, 

From  my  childhoods  early  morn 
Are  closed  for  ever  now  to  rest 

With  her  dear  and  saintly  form. 

Now  lonely  it  is  where  long  she  dwelt, 

But  the  room  of  her  last  sad  woe, 
Is  hallowed  there  with  prayers  of  love 

Breathed  in  years  of  the  long  ago, 
And  the  birds  fed  by  her  gentle  hands 

In  the  summer's  early  day 
Have  vanished  now  and  sing  no  more 

Since  she  has  been  called  away. 


74  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


Trusting  in  Him,  through  all  the  years 

Of  a  long  and  faithful  life, 
Patiently  waiting  the  last  great  call 

That  would  free  her  soul  from  strife, 
Living  in  faith  'till  her  last  faint  breath, 

Faded  with  life 's  setting  sun 
Braving  the  fight  with  Christian  zeal, 

'Till  her  heavenly  goal  was  won. 


Forgive  my  grief  0  Lord  I  ask? 

For  a  love  that  was  sincere, 
That  mother,  whom  I  ne'er  shall  see 

'Till  my  eyes  grow  dim  and  sere. 
Forgive  my  sin  if  such  it  be 

To  mourn  a  loss  for  ever  new 
For  her  whose  place  can  ne'er  be  filled 

'Till  silent  grows  my  heart,  then  too. 

To  MY  SISTER 

This  garland  of  verse  now  I  send  you 

In  memory  of  my  dear  mother's  grave, 
Entwined    with    sweet   shamrocks   and    roses, 

From  her  birth  land  far  over  the  wave. 
And  I  wish   'twere  more  I  could  offer 

To  a  love  that  was  so  dear  to  me, 
And   when   God,   in  His  mercy,   shall   call  me 

May  her  sweet  loving  face  then  I  see. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  75 


DEATH. 


Ah !  ghastly,  cowardly,  dreadful  monarch  Death, 
With  stealthy  tread,  thou  seekest  every  realm, 
Thy  icy  breath  our  throbbing  hearts  to  grieve. 
Thou  sullen  pilot  of  life's  dangerous  tide 
In  sweet  innocence  we  meet  thy  treachery. 
Who  givest  orders  to  put  down  the  helm 
Where  flowing  eddies  hide  the  sunken  rock. 
Thou  fell  destroyer  of  all  living  things, 
A  traitor  worse  than  name  implies  thou  art, 
Ah!  yes  and  like  some  eager,  hungry  shark 
Seeking  shipwreck,  hoping  to  devour 
Some  drowning  wretch,  struggling  awhile  to  float 
While  loved  ones  striving  vainly  for  to  save, 
Thy  boney  fingers  clutch, — thy  victim's  throat. 


76  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


AN  EPITAPH. 

The  Children  loved  him,  it  was  said, 

While  he  lay  on  his  dying  bed 
And  when  he  slept  serene  and  still 
Subservient  to  his  Father's  will, 

They  brought  sweet  flowers  rich  and  rare 

And  wished  his  blessings  they  might  share. 


SONGS 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  79 


CALIFORNIA. 


THE  LAND  I  LOVE 


Once  again  I  long  to  ramble 

Over  valleys  fair  to  see, 
Where  I  spent  my  loves  young  dreaming, 

Happy  were  those  days  to  me. 
'Till  the  roving  spirit  lured  me, 

Over  foreign  lands  to  roam, 
Seeking  lusive,  golden,  treasure 

Far  from  my  dear  native  home. 


REFRAIN 

Where  song  birds  sing  their  carols 

In  the  hush  of  winter's  morn, 
And  golden  poppy  blossoms, 

The  green  valleys  there  adorn. 
Amid  sweet  blooming  flowers, 

Whose  fragrance  fills  the  air, 
And  life  is  one  long  sunshine, 

That  every  one  may  share. 


80  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


Weary  years  I've  spent  in  roaming, 

From  Alaska's  golden  strand, 
To  the  East  and  South  Sea  Islands, 

But  there's  only  one  home  land. 
For  the  gloomy  leafless  woodlands 

All  my  love  has  ever  flown, 
There's  no  charm  in  tropic  sunshine, 

Give  me  back  my  native  home. 


REFRAIN. 


In  my  heart  I  feel  a  longing, 

There  once  more  again  to  dwell, 
There's  none  other  in  this  wide  world, 

That  I  '11  ever'  love  so  well. 
Heimweh  achings  long  have  grieved  me, 

And  I'll  journey  home  once  more, 
To  the  land  of  Heart's  Desire, 

Fair  California's  Southern  Shore. 


REFRAIN. 


Heimweh  in  German : 
"Homeway"  or  "Home  Longing.1 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  81 


I  LOVE  BUT  YOU. 


(SERENADE) 

The  wind  is  whispering  soft  and  low 

From  mountain  to  the  sea, 
Once  more  I  come  to  sing  my  love, 

A  song  that's  dear  to  me. 
Sweet  flowers  are  blooming  in  the  dell 

That  tell  us  spring  is  near 
0  wake,  my  love,  and  list  again 

While  I  sing  to  you  my  dear. 

REFRAIN. 


Bright  are  the  twinkling  stars  at  night, 

And  fair  to  the  eye  to  see, 
But  fairer  than  all  the  stars  that  shine 

Is  the  light  of  your  eyes  to  me. 
Know  now  that  I  love  you  dearly, 
Trust  in  my  love  sincerely, 

Believe  in  my  promise  true. 
'Till  my  last  long  breath  is  fleeting 

Yet  still  will  I  love  but  you, 

I  will  love, — Love  only  you. 


82  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


The  moon  is  shining  bright  and  clear, 

Far  o'er  the  valleys  green 
The  brooks  are  rippling  on  their  way, 

Beneath  its  silver  sheen. 
In  the  shadow  I  am  waiting, 

While  stars  shine  bright  above, 
Open  wide  your  window,  dearest 

And  hear  my  song  of  love. 

REFRAIN. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  83 

IN  LULLABY  LAND. 
SLUMBER  SONG  No.  1. 

Come  to  your  mother's  arms  and  rest, 
Pillow  your  head  upon  my  breast, 
After  the  hours  of  joyous  play 
Rest  dear,  until  another  day. 
Your  drowsy  eyes,  and  pensive  brow, 
Tell  me  my  babe  should  slumber  now. 

REFRAIN. 
i 

Hush !  while  I  sing  this  lullaby, 

One  that  can  ne'er  grow  old, 
'Twill  take  my  babe  to  dreamland  where 

The  streets  are  shining  gold. 
A  balm  for  little  weary  feet 

When  tired  out  from  play, 
A  song  you  '11  sing  in  after  years, 

When  I  am  far  away. 

Rest  now,  my  little  baby  rest, 
Serene  upon  your  mother's  breast, 
The  evening  shadows  slowly  creep 
'Tis  time  for  little  babes  to  sleep. 
Confide  your  troubles  now  m  me 
While  mother's  arms  encircle  thee. 

REFRAIN. 


84  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


Dream  on,  my  little  baby  dream, 
Gather  sweet  roses  by  the  stream, 
Roam  with  your  playmate  hand  in  hand 
Over  the  hills  in  slumberland. 
And  when  the  morning  sunlight  gleams 
Perchance  you  may  tell  me  your  dreams. 


REFRAIN 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  85 


A  SONG  OF  LOVE. 

Sing  me  a  song  of  love,  my  dear, 

Tenderly,  sweet  and  low, 
A  song  of  the  joy  of  living 

As  down  life's  tide  we  flow. 
Sing  of  the  pleasure  of  being 

One  of  God's  creatures  here, 
A  song  of  Love  that  the  apgels 

In  Heaven,  might  list  to  hear. 

Sing  me  a  song  of  love,  my  dear, 

That  lulls  to  peaceful  rest, 
'Twill  take  me  back  to    childhood    hours, 

A  babe  on  mother's  breast. 
Sing  with  gentle,  tender  feeling, 

In  accents  sweet  and  low, 
For  such  a  song  oft  dried  my  tears, 

In  days  of  long  ago. 

Sing  me  a  song  of  love,  my  dear, 

The  roses  fragrant  breath 
May  waft  its  strains  in  triumph 

Over  the  shades  of  death. 
Afar  to  realms  unknown, 

Beyond  the  vales  of  woe, 
Over  the  River  of  Silence, 

Where  sometime  we  must  go. 


86  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


LAURENA. 

The  skies,  they  were  purple  and  golden 

Crowned  with  tints  of  the  rainbow's  soft  hue, 
In  the  joyous  month  of  October 

When  I  first  saw  her  eyes,  sparkling  blue. 
Then  bright  were  the  hours  of  my  dreaming, 

And  my  heart  felt  sweet  rapture  unknown, 
When  she,  whom  I  lov'd  most  sincerely 

Made  a  promise  that  she'd  be  mine  own. 


REFRAIN. 


Trust  in  my  promise,  Laurena, 
My  love  for  you  shall  be  true, 

True  as  the  stars  that  shine  above 
In  the  heavens  vault  of  blue. 

'Till  the  sun  shall  loose  its  splendor, 
And  the  moons  last  beam  has  flown, 

'Till  the  light*  of  my  life  is  fading, 
Shall  I  love   but  you  alone 
Shall  I  love,  but  you  alone. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  87 


When  the  springtime  came  with  its  flowers 

And  the  birds  built  their  nest  in  the  trees, 
And  cheer 'd  away  love's  happy  hours 

With  sweet  songs  in  the  zephyr  breeze. 
And  all  Nature  bloomed  forth  in  her  charms, 

And  sweet  fragrance  filled  all  the  soft  air. 
Then  life  seem'd  a  garden  of  roses, 

When  Laurena,  my  loved  one,  was  there. 


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My  life  has  been  blessed  with  a  treasure, 

Greater  far  than  earth's  millions  of  gold, 
For  she,  whom  I  won  in  love's  May  time, 

Loves  me  still,  though   we    both  have  grown  old. 
And  when  we  are  call'd  by  the  Father, 

To  our  last  resting  place,  then  I  pray 
That  Heaven  shall  find  us  both  faithful, 

My  Laurena  and  I,  on  that  day. 

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88  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


I  LONG  FOR  THEE. 


When  the  lark's  glad  song  is  ringing 

O'er  the  meadows  green  and  fair, 
And  the  orioles  are  singing, 

Their  sweet  love  songs   through  the  air. 
When  the  swallows  by  the  river, 

And  the  robins  in  the  tree, 
Lull  their  nestlings  in  the  Junetime 

With  their  sweetest  minstrelsy. 
0,  then,  my  love,  I  long  for  thee, 

I  long  for  thee,  I  long  for  thee. 


When  the  balmy  southern  showers 

Searches  every  shady  nook, 
Sending  perfume  from  the  flowers, 

By  the  wayside  and  the  brook. 
When  the  orchard  trees  are  laden 

With  sweet  golden  fruit  to  share, 
And  all  nature  smiles  her  fairest, 

Through  the  harvest  scented  air. 
0,  then,  my  love,  I  long  for  thee, 

I  long  for  thee,  I  long  for  thee. 


WAYSIDE    MEMORIES.  89 


When  the  withered  leaves  are  falling, 

And  the  autumn  has  grown  sear, 
When  the  snow  flakes  first  are  calling, 

And  the  winter  days  draw  near. 
Then  my  heart  is  sorrow  laden 

As  I  wander  here  alone, 
Since  thou  wert  called  away  from  me 

My  dear  loved  one, — my  own. 
O,  then,  my  love,  I  long  for  thee, 

I  long  for  thee,  I  long  for  thee. 


90  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


ISLE  OF  BEAUTY. 


Green  Isle  of  Beauty  to  thee  now  I  sing, 
Over  the  waves  let  the  melody  ring, 
I  yearn  for  joyous  days  spent  on  thy  shore, 
Years  of  my  youth  I  shall  see  nevermore. 
When  I  mused  by  the  ocean's  surging  tide, 
O'er  thy  hero'd  sons  who  for  liberty  died. 
Dark  clouds  may  hover,  and  sunshine  may  flee, 
Still  will  I  love  thee,  Bright  Gem  of  the  Sea. 


REFRAIN. 


Where  waves  the  flag  of  green  and  gold 
Her  sons  have  died  for, — young  and  old. 
Emblem  of  Erin's  pride  and  boast, 
The  flag  her  children  love  the  most, 
Her  foes  may  tramp  it  in  the  dust, 
Yet  still  we  hope,  and  in  God  we  trust. 
'Twill  wave  as  proudly  as-  before, 
The  Saxons  conquered  her  green  shore. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  91 


Green  are  thy  mountains,  and  bright  is  thy  shore, 
Clear  are  thy  song  birds'  sweet  trill,   as  of  yore, 
Fair  are  thy  maidens  with  love  ever  true, 
And  pure  as  the  pearls  of  heaven's  soft  dew. 
Ah !  never  can  I  such  glad  scenes  forget, 
Or  friends  dearly  lov'd  in  youth  I  have  met. 
Fond  memory  may  fade  and  life  may  soon  flee, 
Still  will  I  love  thee,  Bright  Gem  of  the  Sea. 

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Green  Isle  of  Beauty,  far,  far  o'er  the  sea, 
How  oft'  do  my  thoughts  now  wander  to  thee. 
Dear  to  my  heart  are  the  paths  I  have  trod, 
0  'er  thy  green  valleys  of  shamrock  crown  'd  sod. 
Fairer  than  ever  seems  thy  distant  shore, 
Lonely  I'm  waiting  to  see  it  once  more. 
Hoping,  still  hoping,  where  e'er  I  may  roam, 
Still  to  return  to  my  dear  Island  home. 

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92  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


THE  FLOWER  OF  LISMORE. 


There  is  one  for  whom  I'm  longing  far  o'er  the  sea, 
In  sunshine  and  shadow  her  sweet  face  I  see. 
Since  last  'neath  the  ivy  crowned  old  cottage  door, 
I  bid  her  farewell,  and  to  Erin's  green  shore, 
'Mid  my  labors  of  day  and  dreams  of  the  night 
Her  bright  eyes  I  see,  bringing  hope  and  delight. 
I  'm  yearning  to  see  her,  my  loved  one  of  yore, 
The  pride  of  my  life,  sweet  flower  of  Lismore. 


REFRAIN. 


To  Erin's  green  Isle  o'er  the  ocean  afar, 
Now  soon  I'll  be  sailing  to  meet  my  life's  star. 
Shee  '11  greet  me  I  know  with  love  tender  and  true 
And  cheer  me  as  old  with  her  sweet  eyes  of  blue. 
Youth 's  myrtle  time  hours  shall  return  to  us  then, 
And  never,  till  death,  shall  we  part  e'er  again. 
Fair  pride  of  my  life,  sweet  Norena  asthore, 
For  ever  I'll  love  her,  my  flower  of  Lismore. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  93 


Fair  spring  with  its  blossoms  is  smiling  once  more, 
While  here  I  am  sighing,  far,  far  from  Lismore. 
The  flowers  are  blooming,  and  mocking  bird  trills 
Are  heard  over  valleys,  the  tree  crests,  and  hills. 
Sweet  roses  of  summer  may  bloom  and  decay, 
And  youth 's  transient  glory  in  time  pass  away, 
Hope  may  flee  from  me,  and  I  ne'er  see  her  more, 
Yet  still  will  I  love  her,  Sweet  Flower  of  Lismore. 

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94  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


MOTHER'S  LULLABY. 


Oft  in  the  hush  of  the  evening  hour 

When  the  silent  shadows  creep, 
I  think  of  the  songs  she  sweetly  sang 

As  she  lull'd  her  boy  to  sleep. 
A  little  lad  with  a  tousled  head 

That  she  loved  so  well  I  know, 
In  the  old  brown  house  upon  the  hill 

Where  we  dwelt  so  long  ago. 


REFRAIN. 


Those  childhood  hours  I'll  ne'er  forget, 

Or  the  songs  she  sang  to  me. 
In  tender  happy  years  long  past 

When  she  held  me  on  her  knee. 
They  linger  in  my  memory  yet, 

Those  sweet  strains  at  eventide, 
And  ever  'till  I'm  called  to  rest, 

In  my  heart  shall  they  abide. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  95 


0  sweet  were  the  lullabys  she  sang, 

The  mother  I  loved  so  dear, 
Where  ever  my  wandering  feet  may  stray 

They  will  whisper  words  of  cheer. 
Where  ever  my  humble  lot  be  cast 

In  moments  of  joy  or  pain, 
For  ever  here  while  life  may  last 

Shall  I  hear  their  sweet  refrain. 

REFRAIN 


96  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


MUSING. 


In  the  evening,  when  the  twilgiht 

Of  the  summer  day  is  past, 
And  the  moon  in  sober  splendor 

O'er  the  earth  her  rays  have  cast. 
Then  I  sit  in  silent  longing, 

Musing  over  times  when  she 
In  the  eve  of  love's  young  dreaming, 

Sat  by  the  ceaseless  moaning  sea 

And  watched  the  twinkling  stars  with  me. 


REFRAIN 


Dreaming,  dreaming,  the  sweet  sad  hours  away, 
Watching,  watching,  the  rippling  breakers  spray, 
Hoping,  hoping,  beyond  the  stars  to  see 
Visions  of  bliss  for  her  and  me. 

Ever  for  her  and  me, 

Every  for  her  and  me. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  97 


Sadly  the  evening  shadows  fall 

Where  once  all  was  bright  and  gay, 
Lonely  now  sounds  the  night  bird's  song 

As  it  sings  at  the  close  of  day. 
And  sad  is  my  heart  with  yearning, 

For  I  linger  alone  where  she 
In  the  eve  of  love's  young  dreaming, 

Sat  by  the  ceaseless,  moaning  sea 

And   watched   the  twinkling   stars   with   me, 


REFRAIN 


Only  in  dreams  now  come  to  me 
The  sound  of  her  loving  voice, 

And  sparkling  eyes  of  heavens  blue 
That  oft  made  my  heart  rejoice. 

As  I  wait  in  vain  her  coming, 
But,  ah!  nevermore  will  she 

In  the  summer's  evening  gloaming, 
Sit  by  the  ceaseless,  moaning  sea 
And  watch  the  twinkling  stars  with  me. 


REFRAIN 


98  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


O  SING  MY  LOVE. 


The  golden  sun  has  gone  to  rest, 

The  evening  shades  appear; 
The  moon  is  rising  in  the  west 

And  stars  are  shining  clear. 
The  night  was  made  for  song,  my  dear, 

'Twill  make  my  heart  rejoice 
As  in  the  days  of  long  ago, 

When  first  I  heard  your  voice, 


REFRAIN 


To  hear  you  sing  again,  my  love 

While  the  evening  shadows  play, 
The  songs  endearing  to  my  heart 

As  we  linger  on  life's  way. 
When  my  hours  of  toil  are  over 

Where  I  can  rest  care  free, 
0  then  I  long  to  hear  you  sing, 

The  dear  old  songs  to  me. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  99 

They  take  me  wandering  far  away 

Beneath  fair  skies  of  blue, 
To  the  quaint  old  village  school  house 

Where  first  dear  I  saw  you. 
To  the  church  across  the  river 

Where  you  became  my  bride, 
To  happy  hours  I  spent,  my  dear 

When  you  were  by  my  side. 

REFRAIN 
i 

Then  sing  to  me  again,  my  love,  etc. 


100  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


MARIANNA. 

When  twilight  shades  bedim  the  evening  light, 
And  peeping  shine  the  silver  stars  at  night, 

Then  I  linger  all  alone, 

'Neath  our  dear  old  vine-clad  home, 
With  many  a  longing  thought  my  love  for  thee, 
Marianna,  whom  I  never  more  may  see, 
Marianna,  more  than  all  the  world  to  me — 

More  than  all  the  world  to  me. 


REFRAIN 


I  dream  of  thee,  my  Marianna, 

Light  of  my  life  thou  wert  to  me, 
My  only  love,  my  Marianna, 

Ah,  would  that  I  again  may  see, 
Wilt  thou  meet  me,  Marianna 

When  my  spirit  shall  be  free? 
Wilt  thou  greet  me,  Marianna 

When  I  cross  life's  mystic  sea? 

When  I  cross  life's  mystic  sea? 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  101 


The  moon  is  shining  o'er  the  murmuring  sea 
In  sorrow  I  am  longing  now  for  thee. 

As  I  gaze  upon  the  skies, 

Ever  dreaming  of  thine  eyes 
That  were  more  than  all  the  stars  of  heav'n  to 

me. 

Marianna,  how  I  long,  I  long  for  thee 
Marianna,  more  than  all  the  world  to  me, 

More  than  all  the  world  to  me. 

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102  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


EILEEN  ASTHORE. 


Eileen  my  loved  one  of  thee  I  am  dreaming 

Though   far   from   the   land   where   we    first   met 

Asthore, 
Thy  sweet  face  I  see  and  bright  smile  still  beaming, 

As  first  when  I  saw  thee  on  Erin's  green  shore. 
In  all  my  roaming  thy  blue  eyes  are  with  me, 

'Mid  pleasure  of  day,  or  dreams  of  the  night 
Sparkling  with  true  love  and  sincere  devotion, 

Bringing  joy  to  my  heart  and  hope  of  delight, 
I  am  yearning  for  thee,  sweet  loved  one  of  yore  - 

Thou  fairest  on  earth  to  me,  Eileen  Asthore. 


The    bright    days    of    spring    time,    pleasures   are 
bringing 

While  here  I  am  longing  to  see  thee  once  more, 
The  roses  are  blooming,  song  birds  are  singing 

And  soon  I'll  be  leaving  for  Erin's  green  shore. 
Since  last  we  parted  in  love's  joyous  Maytime, 

The  years  have  been  lonely  to  me,  love  since  then. 
Hope  now  returns  to  me,  bright  as  the  sunshine, 

For  soon  I  shall  see  thee,  my  darling  again. 
To  be  blessed  with  thy  love  through  life  evermore, 
Fair  pride  of  my  heart,  my  sweet  Eileen  Asthore. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  103 


WHERE  KATHLEEN  WAITS  FOR  ME. 

In  the  silence  of  the  dawning, 

In  the  joyous  month  of  May. 
When  the  silver  stars'  soft  paling, 

Told  the  hour  of  coming  day. 
With  gentle  breeze  and  bright  blue  skies 

In  dear  Erin's  Isle  so  free, 
I  parted  from  my  dear  lov'd  one, 

Who  has  since  been  true  to  me. 

CHORUS 

She  is  waiting  for  me  there 
With  sweet  blooming  cheeks  as  fair, 
As  the  lillies  that  bedeck  the  valley  o'er 

And  I'll  soon  sail  far  away 

To  that  home  of  early  day, 
Where   dear   Kathleen  waits  to   greet  me   at 
the  door. 

There  in  dreams  I  often  wander 

To  my  loved  one  o'er  the  sea. 
Though  'tis  long  years  since  we  parted, 

Yet  she's  ever  dear  to  me. 
And  in  fancy  now  I  see  her 

With  sweet  eyes  of  heaven's  blue, 
Waiting  at  the  door  to  meet  me 

And  the  same  love  fond  and  true. 


104  WAYSIDE    MEMORIES. 


CHORUS 

She  is  waiting  for  me  there 

With  sweet  blooming  cheeks  as  fair 

As  the  lillies  that  bedeck  the  valley  o'er 

And  I'll  bless  the  happy  day 

That  shall  take  me  far  away, 
To  dear  Kathleen  who'll  be  mine   for   ever 
more. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  105 


DREAMLAND  IS  CALLING. 
SLUMBER  SONG  No.  4 


Dreamlmg"  is  calling  my  baby  dear, 

Far  away  to  realms  of  rest, 
Night  shades  are  falling,  mother  waits  here 

Come  little  bab'e  to  my  breast. 
Cling  to  me  gently,  darling  so  sweet 

While  stars  are  agleam  we'll  roam 
There's  rest  in  my  arms  for  your  weary  feet 

Till  the  morn  shall  find  us  home. 


REFRAIN 


Come  to  the  land  of  dreams  with  me 

Come  where  there's  sweet  delight 
Beyond  the  twinkling  stars  we'll  rove 

And  pale  luna's  stars  silver  light. 
And  then  we'll  wander  home  again 

With  the  golden  dawn  of  day, 
To  sunshine  hours,  and  blooming  flowers 

That  cheer  us  on  life's  way. 


106  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 

Fold  your  hands,  little  baby  of  mine 

Close  your  eyelids  my  dearie, 
Slumbering  rest  on  mother's  fond  breast 

There  to  never  grow  weary. 
With  twilight  shades  let  us  drift  afar 

Place  your  dimpled  hands  in  mine 
And  I'll  be  to  you  a  guiding  star, 

'Till  the  morning's  sun  shall  shine. 


REFRAIN 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  107 


ONLY  A  BABY'S  SHOE. 


Oft  I  sit  in  silent  musing 

While  the  waning  embers  glow, 
Dreaming  over  golden  memories 

Of  the  far  flown  long  ago. 
When  she  my  brown-eyed  little  babe, 

In  youthful  pride  and  glee, 
First  wore  this  dainty  little  shoe, 

That  is  so  dear  to  me. 


REFRAIN 


Only  a  faded  yellow  shoe 

My  brown-haired  Mamie  wore. 
In  happy  days  that  long  have  passed 

But  come  to  me  no  more. 
Only  a  tiny  baby's  shoe 

Is  all  that 's  left  to  see, 
Of  one  who  was  my  heart 's  delight 

For  now,  she's  gone  from  me. 


108  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


Only  a  little  yellow  shoe 

But  Ah  how  many  a  tear, 
Do  I  recall  since  first  I  saw 

That  little  thing  so  dear. 
And  now  that  faded  golden  gem 

Is  prized  within  my  heart, 
For  ne'er  again  until  life's  eve 

Shall  it  from  me  depart. 


REFRAIN 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  109 


ONLY  A  WITHERED  SHAMROCK. 


In  Erin's  Isle  my  native  land 

Where  the  river  Shannon  flows, 
On  the  banks  where  bloom  the  heather, 

And  the  flow 'ring  shamrock  grows, 
And  the  song  bi^ds  all  the  summer 

Fill  the  air  with,  mirthful  glee, 
There  my  thoughts  to  her  oft  wander 

Who  sent  this  gift  to  me. 


REFRAIN 


Only  a  withered  shamrock 

But  to  me  it  is  more  dear, 
Than  all  the  pearls  and  rubies 

That  the  world  could  offer  here — 
For  she  who  culled  it  in  the  dell, 

In  the  green  Isle  o'er  the  sea 
Was  called  beyond  the  stars  to  dwell, 

And  she's  waiting  there  for  me. 


110  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


In  memory  now  I  see  her  there 

On  that  lonely  springtime  day, 
When  I  said  good  bye  Mavourneen 

Oh  for  me  my  Kathleen  pray. 
Though  now  in  sorrow  we  must  part 

'Tis  for  you  I  cross  the  foam, 
I  leave  but  soon  I  shall  return 

And  then  claim  you  for  my  own. 


REFRAIN 


Long  years  have  come  and  gone  since  then, 

And  on  each  St.  Patrick's  day, 
For  her  who  sent  that  shamrock  dear 

At  the  altar  now  I  pray. 
And  ever  there  my  thoughts  will  dwell 

In  that  home  down  by  the  sea. 
For  her  who  culled  this  wayside  gem 

And  with  love  sent  it  to  me. 

REFRAIN 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  Ill 


MEMORIES  OF  ERIN. 


There  is  a  g>§p  Isle  far  away 

Soon  my  longing  eyes  will  see, 
Where  my  dear  mother  old  and  gray 

Waits  with  patience  now  for  me. 
There  now  soon  will  I  be  sailing 

To  the  land  where  shamrocks  grow, 
Where  she  blessed  me  when  I  parted 

From  her  many  years  ago. 


REFRAIN 


In  that  Green  Isle  o'er  the  sea 
Patient  waits  she  there  for  me. 
My  dear  mother  old  and  gray 
Praying  for  me  night  and  day. 
After  many  years  have  flown 
Still  she  hopes  to  see  her  own, 
Dear  lov'd  son  return  once  more 
To  St.  Patrick's  blest  green  shore. 


112  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


In  that  dear  far  away  g*«n  Isle 

She  is  waiting  for  me  there. 
She  who  nursed  me  in  my  childhood 

And  taught  me  my  evening  prayer. 
She  who  loved  me  in  my  weakness 

When  my  erring  footsteps  strayed, 
And  with  her  tender  love  forgave 

All  youths  errors  I  have  made. 

REFRAIN 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  115 


THE  TOT'S  BIRTHDAY  PARTY. 

The  tots  had  been  invited 

To  spend  the  day  in  play, 
In  honor  of  the  fifth  return 

Of  Mamie's  natal  day. 
Six  smiling  little  manly  lads 

And   six   bright  little   girls, 
With  ruby  lips,  and  rosy  cheeks, 

In  browil,  and  golden  curls. 

The  hours  passed  in  joyous  play 

In  feasting  and  in  song. 
In  merry  games,  of  outdoor  play, 

Time's  wing  flew  swift  along. 
The  sun  was  setting  in  the  west, 

The  games  drew  near  a  close, 
When  Anna  said,  "before  we  part 

Now  this  I  do  propose. 

Each  one  shall  tell  of  something 

That  happened  in  the  past 
Jack  must  tell  his  story  first 

And  mine  shall  be  the  last." 
"0!  yes,  I'll  speak  for  one  and  all," 

Said  Frank,  "won't  that  be  fine? 
A  pleasant  way  to  end  our  play 

And  this  day's  happy  time." 


116  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 

I  WANT  TO  GO  BACK. 

JACK'S  STORY 


A  bumble  bee  he  stinged  me  once 

When  I  was  barefoot — on  the  toe 
But  I  don't  think  about  that  much 

'Cause  that  was  more  than  month  ago, 
When  I  was  up  at  Grandpa 's  house 

Near  Uncle  Willie's  on  the  farm. 
And  Dranmaw  said  she 's  kill  that  bet 

And  I  'd  be  free  from  harm. 


Oh,  I  had  lots  and  lots  of  fun 
Up  the 're  that  time  at  Grandpaw's 

house, 
And  Grandma  took  me  ridin'  on  her 

back 

And  one'st  I  saw  a  little  mouse. 
But  I  was  never  scared  a  bit, 
I  just  laughed,  and  laughed,  'cause 

you  see : 

I  knowed  when  I  was  on  her  back, 
That  mouse  he  couldn't  det  at  me. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  117 


When  Grandpaw  'd  go  to  get  the  cows 

I  'd  say,  ' '  I  want  to  go  with  you ' ' 
And  Grandpaw  then  was  sure  to  say 

"Ittle  dearie  you  must  come  too." 
And  once  I  wanted  for  to  milk 

He  said,  "Go  milk  the  little  calf," 
But  when  that  calf  he  runned  away 

My  Grandpaw  then  how  he  did 
laugh. 

I'm  lonesom'e  ever  since  that  time 

Since  I  left  my  dear  Grandpaw 's 

house 
So  quiet  'tis  since  I  came  back 

Don't  even  see  a  little  mouse. 
Mamma  won't  ride  me  on  her  back 

Or  let  me  pull  my  kittie's  tail. 
I  want  to  go  back  there  soon  again 

I'll  jes  send  a  letter  by  mail. 


118  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


UNCLE  BEN. 
MARY'S  STORY 

I'll  just  be  four  my  next  birthday 

And  brother  Jack  will  seab'e  three 
He's  little  yet,  but  what  you  think 

He   says  he'll  soon  be  big  as  me. 
I'm  going  to  school,  did  you  know  that 

I  started  more  than  a  month  ago 
And  Mamma  says  if  I  am  good 

She'll  buy  a  dolly's  carriage,  0! 

I'll  just  be  good  as  I  can  be 

And  learn  to  read  and  how  to  spell. 
I  drawed  a  funny  man  one  day 

My  teacher  said  I  did  it  well. 
But  then  she  said,  I  just  forgot 

And  didn't  put  no  feet  on  him. 
So  then  I  went  and  put  them  on 

And  he  just  looked  like  Uncle  Jim. 

When  Papa  he  wants  any  thing 

I'm  the  first  one  for  to  fetch  it 
And  something  we  want  at  the  store 

Little  Jack  he  tries  to  get  it. 
Then  Mamma  says,  "You  let  him  go 

He  is  but  a  little  baby." 
Then  he  gets  proud,  and  says,  "Oh,  no 

I'm  not  goin'  to  be  a  lady." 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  119 


My  Uncle  Ben  he  came  down  once 

And  we  had  lots  of  fun  that  time 
He  brought  us  candy,  brought  me  dolls 

And  Jack  would  want  his  knees  to 

climb. 
And  I  would  want  to  play  with  him 

He  told  such  funny  stories  then. 
I  wish  he'd  come  back  soon  again 

'Cause  he's  my  dearest  Uncle  Ben. 


120  WAYSIDE    MEMORIES. 


GRANDMA'S  GIRL. 

TERESA'S  STORY 

I  'm  Grandma 's  girl,  O !  yes  I  am 
And  you  would  be  so  too, 

If  your  Grandma  was  just  like  mine 
And  was  so  good  to  you. 

When  I  go  down  with  her  to  stay 
I  run  right  through  the  house 

And  she  has  never  said  to  me 
"To  be  still  as  a  mouse." 

Like  Mamma  does  when  I  am  home 
And  play  with  Billy  Grady 

For  when  I  want  to  shout,  she  says 
"0  dear,  you'll  wake  the  baby." 

My  Grandma  never  hides  the  jam 

Or  locks  the  pantry  door. 
The  cookies  and  the  ginger  snaps 

I  just  reach  from  the  floor. 

I  get  the  best  things  for  to  eat 
And  she  will  play  with  me. 

She  never  says  I  tire  her 
With  questions — do  you  see. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  121 


I  like  to  live  down  at  her  house 
She's  the  dearest  one  I  know 

I'll  love  dear  Grandma  all  my  life 
Wherever  I  may  go. 


122  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 

THE  PEDDLER  MAN. 
ERNEST'S  STORY 

One  day  last   week  I   felt  like  fun. 

Knew  where  to  find  an  old  tin  pan 
Then  with  a  string  I  dragged  it  round 

Just  if  I  was  a  peddler  man. 

I  loaded  it  'fore  I  did  start 

With  dollies,  apples,  marbles,  books, 

Tin  pails,  pokers,  drum  sticks,  pie  pans, 
Old  shoes,   and   Mama's  button  hooks. 

And  then  I  ran  right  through  the  house 
And  said,  "What  can  I  sell  to-day?" 

Then  Mama  said,  "Stop,  peddler  man, 
I  want  to  buy  a  pound  of  hay." 

And  then  I  took  a  old  tin  can 

And  said,  ' '  I  think  this  goats  will  eat 

It  is  the  best  hay  I  have  got 

For  beasts  that  roam  around  the  street." 

Then  she  laughed  and  how  she  kissed  me 
And  said,  "You'll  be  a  man  some  day 

But  if  goods  you  sell,  don't  ever 
Try  to  sell  tin  cans  for  hay." 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  123 


MY  BIRTHDAY. 

ADA'S  STORY 
I   had  a  birthday  party  once 

That  was  I   think  when  I   was  four. 
The  children  all  they  bought  me  something 

Down  at  Mr.  Muldoon's  store. 
Fanny  Gray  she  sent  a  dollie 

'Cause  she  was  sick  and  couldn't  come 
And  Willie  Lee  came  all  alone 

And  brought  a  box  of  chewing  gum. 

Esther  Paar  and  Nettie  Needham 

They  came  and  brought  me  dollies,  too; 
And  Jessie  Shaw  and  Brother  Ralph 

A  wagon  and  a  cat  could  mew. 
A  picture  book  and  box  of  paints, 

A  Chinese  doll,  and  Brownie  man 
Was  what  I  got  from  Fanw'e  Smith 

Eliza  Bayne,  and  Ed  McCan. 

Aunt  Beck,  a  purse  and  silver  dollar 
Sent  with  little  cousin  Sammy 

The  money  he  took  out  and  said, 
"I'll  just  keep  this  for  sister  Fanny." 

And  when  the  party  it  was  over 
Young  Sam  he  climbed  on  a  clothesrack 

Then  he  fell  and  cried  like  thunder 
And  said,  0  give  me  that  purse  back 
I  want  it  for  my  brother  Jack." 


124  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 

WHAT  MAMA  FOUND. 

BILL'S  STORY 

My  pockets  Mama  searched  one  day 
And  this  was  what  she  found 

A  top,  six  marbles,  piece  of  gum, 
And  stick,  with  string  wrapped  round. 

A  nickle  watch,  and  brassy  chain, 
A   knife   with   broken   blade; 

Five  fish  hooks  tangled  mong  some 

thread, 
And  whistle  papa  made. 

A  bubble  pipe,  made  out  of  clay 

A  tiny  metal  gun 
Good  Santa  Glaus  at  Christmas  sent 

That  I  might  have  some  fun. 

An  apple  that  I  could  not  eat 
Don't  think  that  this  was  all, 

Some  ginger  snaps, — from  dinner  left 
And  worn  out  rubber  ball. 

V 

A  piece  of  chalk,  a  rubber  doll; 

How  Mama  laughed  that  day, 
When  last  of  all  a  hole  she  found 

And  said,  "Go  run  and  play." 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  125 


THE  TALE  OF  A  WHALE. 
BOB'S  STORY 

When  he  was  only  twelve  years  old 
That  he  was  then  a  sailor  bold 
Away  up  in  the  frigid  zone 
With  not  a  friend  to  call  his  own, 
"My  Uncle  says." 

And  that  one  day  a  great  big  whale 
Swam  'round  the  ship  with  lashing  tail 
Then  he  at  once  got  out  his  gun 
And  shot  at  it  just  for  some  fun  • 
"My  Uncle  says." 

Just  then  the  whale  sunk  very  nigh 
And  threw  the  ship  away  up  high 
He  hit  it  with  his  awful  snout 
And  Oh!  how  water  it  did  spout 
"My  Uncle  says." 

And  when  that  ship  it  did  come  down 
There  was  no  one  who  did  not  drown 
Save  now  the  one  who  tells  this  tale 
About  that  most  ferocious  whale. 
"My  Uncle   says." 


126  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 

And  that  he  sprang  on  that  whale 's  back 
And  tortured  him  with  a  big  tack 
Until  that  whale  swam  to  the  shore 
Now  he'll  go  whaling  never  more. 
"My  Uncle  says." 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  127 


AUNT  MANEY. 
NELLIE'S  STORY 

I'm  always  glad  when  Mama  says 

Aunt  Maney's  coming  down 
She  always  has  a  smiling  face 

And  never  has  a  frown. 
I   like   her   best   of  all   my   aunts 

Her  bright  blue  eyes  I  see 
I  never  can  forget  her  looks 

'Cause  she's  so  good  to  me. 

When  she  comes  here  she  brings  to  me 

New  dresses  three  or  four 
And  many  other  presents  I 

Could  mention  by  the  score. 
I  can't  forget  her  while  I  live 

So  kind  she's  been  and  true 
If  every  one  had  such  an  aunt 

Would  they  not  love  her,  too. 

When  she  comes  down,  Oh !  we  have  fun 

At  our  old  farm  house  then, 
She  helps  me  go  and  get  the  cows 

And  watch   old   speckled   hen 
When  she  strays  'way  among  the  sheaves 

And  lays  eggs  one  by  one. 
I'm  lonely  when  she's  going  away 

And  cry, — when  she  has  gone. 


128  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


O'DONNELL'S  HEN. 
FRANK'S   STORY 

My  Uncle  Jack  he  has  a  hen 
But  he  don't  ever  lay  no  eggs 

He  only  struts  and  walks  around 
Like  a  big  lion,   on  four  legs. 

And  he  just  thinks  he  owns  the  farm 
The  way  he  crows  and  looks  around 

As  if  he's  waitin'  for  applause 

From  some  new  friend  who  may  come 
round. 

My  Uncle  thinks  that  he  is  great 
And   that   he   is   an   awful   wonder 

For  when  he  says,  ' '  Now  Jim  speak  loud, ' ' 
That  hen  he  then,  crows  like  thunder. 

But  I  was  there  the  other  day 

And  my,  0,  my,  how  I  did  laugh, 

O'Donnell's  hen  flied  o'er  the  fence 
And  made  ole  Jim  run  like  a  calf. 

And  when  I  told  my  Uncle  Jack 
Soon  as  I  saw  him,  down,  the  lane, 

My  Uncle  said  with  a  big  laugh 
"I  guess  O'Donnell's  hen  is  game." 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  129 


WHEN  SANTA  COMES. 
VERA'S   STORY 

The  best  thing  I  remember  since 

The  day  that  I  was  born 
Is  when  dear  Santa  Glaus  comes  round 

On   every   Christmas   morn. 
It  is  the  time  I  long  for  most 

The  best  time  of  the  year, 
Because  I  know  he'll  surely  come 

And  bring  me  presents  here. 

Whenever  I  go,  I'm  certain 

To  hear  that  he's  been  there 
With  presents  for  the  young  and  old 

No  matter  when  or  where. 
I  like  that  time  the  best  of  all 

It  fills  my  heart  with  cheer 
I'm   glad   it's   coming  soon   again 

So  are,  I  think,  all  here. 


130  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


TEENY  WEENY. 

JIM  's   STORY 


Teeny  Weeny 

He's  my 
But  folks  all  call  te*p  "Jim" 

I  guess  it  is  because  that  I 
Are  great  deal  bigger 'n  him. 

When  we  both  go  out  to  play 

Mother  then  is  sure  to  say 
"Teeny  Weeny,  you  and  Jim 

Don't  go  very  far  away 
M,amma'll  be  uneasy." 


Teeny  Weeny 

Me  and  William, 
"Bill's"   our  biggest  brother;    ( 

Just  when  we  are  playin'  ball 
That's  when  I*  hear  Mother, 

Callin'  from  the  kitchen  door 

"Boys,  you  can't  play  any  more. 
Teeny  Weeny,  Jim  and  Bill, 

Hurry  home,  it's  gettin'  late 
Lil'  boys  should  be  in  bed." 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  131 


Teeny   Weeny 

Me  and  William, 
I  wish  that  we  were  big. 

Then  we  wouldn't  be  such  trouble 
To  our  mother  all  the  time. 

Mamma  then  would  never  say 

"Boys,  you  can't  go  out  to  play 
Teeny  Weeny,  Jim,  and  Bill." 

I  '11  be  glad  when  that  time  comes 
So  will  Bill,  and  Teeny  Weeny. 


132  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


THE  TALE  OF  A  COMET. 

ANNA'S  STORY 

One  night  he  came  into  our  store 
And  he  related  o'er  and  o'er, 
The  great  calamity  was  to  be 
That  all  then  living  soon  would  see, 
Our  neighbor  Mr.  Wiseman  said. 

There's  going  to  be  an  awful  crash 
And  then  we'll  never  need  no  cash 
When  the  tail  of  Halley's  comet 

Hits  the  earth  and  we're  thrown 
from  it, 

Our  neighbor  Mr.  Wiseman  said. 

It's  yet  ten  million  miles  away 
But  travelling   faster  every  day 
'Twill  hit  us  sure  three  weeks  from 

now 

One  night  with  sorrow  shaded  brow, 
Our  neighbor  Mr.  Wiseman  said. 

Ye  sinners  of  the  earth  prepare 
For  your  last  days  are  drawing  near 
We'd  hear  him  shout  then  heave  a 

sigh 

The  end,  the  end  is  drawing  night, 
Our  neighbor  Mr.  Wiseman  said. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  133 


I  smell  sulphuric  smoke  tonight 
O  won't  that  be  an  awful  sight 
Tomorrow  noon  will  be  our  last 
Oh,  how  I  wish  the  misery  past, 
Our  neighbor  Mr.  Wiseman  said. 


I'll  dig  a  cave  deep  in  the  ground 
Away  from  every  earthly  sound, 
Then  I'll  be  free  from  any  harm 
And  care  npt  for  the  comet's  storm, 
Our  neighbor  Mr.  Wiseman  said. 


Torrents  of  rain  fell  down  that 

night 

And,  0 !  next  day  he  was  a  sight 
When  by  the  workmen  he  was  found 
And  taken  from  that  caved-in  ground, 
Ain  't  I  a  fool  ?  poor  Wiseman  said. 


From  whence  it  came  no  one  can  say 
Or  where  it  went  in  space  away 
Beyond  the  eyes  of  mortal  ken 
But  to  return,  perchance  again 
Proving  God's  wondrous  power  to  men. 


134  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


Then  little  Mamie's  voice  was  heard 
And  these  words  she  did  say : 

Before  you  leave  for  home  tonight 

I  want  you  all  to  hear 
A  story  from  my  Uncle  Frank, 

Who  dwells  not  far  from  here. 
He  tells  a  new  one  every  time 

I  sit  upon  his  knee 
The  one  he  tells  tonight  I  know 

Will  please  you  all  and  me. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  135 


THE  MYSTIC  KING. 
UNCLE  FRANK'S  STORY 

There  is  a  King  that  reigns  supreme 
O'er  all  this  wonderous  mundane  sphere, 

Who  keeps  a  vigil  day  and  night 
O'er  all  his  faithful  subjects  here. 

He  comes  with  the  last  soft  evening  ray 

And  first  faint  gleam  of  each  golden  day 
Sent  with  fond  love  from  realms  of  blest 
Bringing  to  all  sweet  peaceful  rest. 

He  is  beloved  from  pole  to  pole 
His  subjects  dwell  in  every  land, 

O'er  all  he  has  complete  control 
And  all  obey  at  his  command. 

He  rules  with  gentle  loving  power 

Each  one  will  say  'till  their  last  hour, 
And  all  alike,  both  friend  and  foe 
Will  welcome  him  where  e'er  they  go. 

He  greets  each  babe  at  close  of  eve 
Crooning  his  sweet  love  trilling  lays 

That  bring  to  all  who  l\ear  his  voice 
The  gladsome  hope  of  brighter  days. 

Each  echo  of  his  magic  song 

Cheer  all  our  lives  on  earth  along, 
And  children  fair,  bow  low  to  greet 
This  King, — with  mystic  dreams  so  sweet. 


136  WAYSIDE   MEMORIES. 


He  charms  the  sable  night  away 
When  grief  afflicts  a  suffering  breast, 

Believes  our  anguish  and  despair 

And  brings  to  all  sweet  soothing  rest. 

His  generous  gifts  with  lavish  hand 

He  gives  to  all  o'er  sea  and  land, 
And  friendless  find  in  him  a  friend 
Ever  until  life's  journeys  end. 

His  stealthy  tread  has  ne'er  been  heard, 
Tis  silent  as  the  evening  star 

That  twinkles  from  the  vault  above 
And  sends  its  light  from  realms  afar. 

He  comes  unbidden  in  disguise 

With  rest  for  all  earth's  weary  eyes, 
Casting  our  cares  from  earth  away 
'Till  morning  of  each  newborn  day. 


He  clasps  each  one  with  welcome  hand 
From  infant  dawn  to  ages  eve, 

And  welcomes  all  to  his  famed  land 
That  all  his  bounties  may  receive. 

Pure  as  the  stars  in  heaven  that  gleam 

And  pure  as  the  joys  on  earth  we  dream 
Are  all  all  the  blessing  we  should  prize 
That  come  from  his  alluring  eyes. 


WAYSIDE   MEMORIES.  137 


This  mystic  King  of  which  we  sing, 
That  lures  each  one  with  magic  hand 

Now  to  you  all  his  name  we  bring 
He  is  the  King  of  Slumberland. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  139 


TODAY. 


To  every  one  this  day  Gocl  sent 

That  we  may  use  for^orill 
It  may  be  crowned  with  clouds  of  gray 
And  path  of  thorns  where  we  must  stray, 

Or  skies  of  blue  that  e'er  proclaim 

The  wonders  of  His  Holy  Name 
Then  let  your  heart  in  sweet  content 

Dwell  in  the  glories  of  His  will. 


140  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


CHRISTMAS  DAY. 


Let  all  the  world  rejoice  this  day 
And  to  our  Blessed  Saviour  pray 
Let  all  the  world  rejoice  and  find 
In  Him,  Redeemer  of  mankind. 


Give  praise  to  Him  this  Christmas  day 
Whose  love  can  guide  us  on  life 's  way. 
Give  praise  to  Him  whose  love  alone 
Can  guide  us  to  God's  Holy  throne. 


And  let  us  every  Christmas  time 
Pay  homage  at  His  Holy  shrine 
As  did  the  Wise  Men  of  the  East 
Who  worshipped  first  at  His  birth  feast. 
And  let  our  prayers  repeat  again — 
Peace  to  all  earth,  Good  will  to  men. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  141 


LIFE  ETERNAL. 


The  flowers  bloom  with  balmy  spring 

And  cheer  the  summer  night  and  day 
With  fragrance  which  they  ever  bring 

Till  winter's  frost  bear  them  away, 
But  in  the  May,  when  song  birds  sing, 

They  come  again  with  fragrant  breath, 
So  may  life's  round  of  seasons  bring 

Eternal  life  to  me  from  death. 


142  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


A  CHILD'S  PRAYER. 


Father  in  heaven  lead  me  each  day 
Ever  through  life  Thy  own  dear  way, 
And  when  I'm  tempted  to  do  wrong 
O  Blessed  Saviour  maket  me  strong. 


Life's  labour  help  me  here  fulfill 
And  be  submissive  to  Thy  will. 
If  sorrows  come  help  me  them  bear 
With  Thy  unbounded  loving  care. 


.Vouchsafe  that  I  shall  ever  do 
The  things  that  keep  me  pure  and  true, 
And  when  in  danger  make  me  brave 
For  Thou  alone  my  soul  can  save. 


Give  strength  to  do  the  best  I  know 
Through  all  my  life  in  weal  or  woe. 
And  when  my  fleeting  years  are  past, 
Grant  that  I  dwell  with  Thee  at  last. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  143 


A  MORNING  PRAYER. 

"My  voice  shalt  Thou  hear  in  the  morn 
ing.  O  Lord;  in  the  morning  will  I 
direct  prayer' unto  Thee,  and  will  look 
up."  Ps.  5:3. 


Father  in  Heaven,  bless  I  pray, 
ftfy  humble   efforts  of  this  day. 
Be  Thou  my  Hope  and  daily  Guide 
Where  e'er  my  wandering  feet  abide. 
And  lead  me  Thy  dear  gentle  way 
That  I  from  Thee  may  never  stray 
And  in  life's  end,  grant  that  I  share 
Thy  holy  Love,  and  Heavenly  care. 


144  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


AN  EVENING  PRAYER. 


Evening,  and  morning,  and  at  noon,  will 
I  pray,  and  cry  aloud,  and  He  shall 
hear  my  voice.  Psm's  55.17. 

0  Lord  accept  my  contrite  heart 

For  blessings  Thou  this  day  hath  sent, 
And  grant  Thy  love  may  ne'er  depart 

And  I  will  dwell  in  sweet  content. 
Help  me  renounce  the  tempter's  power, 

And  Thy  dear  Holy  Name  revere, 
And  love  Thee  more  each  golden  hour 

Then  for  the  past  I'll  have  no  fear 
But  ever  trust  in  Thy  dear  love 
Who  reigns  supreme  in  Heaven  above. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  145 


MY  SOLACE. 


My  Saviour  to  Thee  may  I  ever  be  true, 
Over  valleys  of  green  or  waters  of  blue. 
Where  e'er  I  may  wander  in  gladness  or  woe 
Grant  that  I  may  love  Thee, — where  ever  I  go. 


Though   afflictions*  may   come   to   sorrow   my   heart, 
May  Thy  loving  grace  from  me  never  depart 
Where  duty  shall  call  me  o'er  life's  troubled  sea 
My  only  fond  Hope  may  Thy  name  ever  be. 


The  burdens  of  life  that  may  seem  hard  to  bear, 
Kind  blessings  will  be  if  Thou  help  me  them  share, 
There  is  no  affliction  can  e'er  be  too  sore 
But  Thy  precious  grace  and  sweet  love  can  restore. 


I  plead  for  the  love  of  Thy  dear  sacred  heart, 
All  needs  of  my  life,  it  alone  can  impart 
Thou  wilt  not  refuse  if  I  trust  'till  life's  end, 
O  blessed  Redeemer,  my  Saviour  and  Friend. 


146  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


LOVE  DIVINE. 


0  Thou  who  art  all  Love  Divine 

Joy  of  heav'n  this  day  come  down, 
Make  our  hearts  Thy  sacred  dwelling 

And  Thy  gracious  mercies  crown. 
Thou  who  hast,  so  much  compassion, 

Our  unbounded  hope  Thou  art. 
Dwell  within  us  loving  Saviour 

Enter  every  contrite  heart. 


Bestow  on  us  Thy  lasting  grace 

Ever  'till  our  latest  breath, 
Let  us  Thy  sweet  love  inherit 

During  life  and  after  death. 
Lead  us  in  the  path  of  virtue, 

Free  us  from  sin's  withering  stain, 
Be  ever  with  us  loving  Saviour 

For  our  soul's  eternal  gain. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  147 


GIVE  PRAISE  TO  HIM. 
PSALM  XLVII.  6.  7. 

Sing  praises  to  God,  sing  praises : 

Sing  praises  unto  our  King,  sing  praises. 

For  God  is  the  King  of  all  the  earth : 
Sing  ye  praises  urith  understanding. 


Praise  ye  the  name  of  God  our  King 
Rejoice  this  day  to  heaven  and  sing, 
Give  praise  to  That  dear  Holy  Name 
Our  souls   redeemed  from  sin  and  shame. 
And  all  the  blessings  He  hath  sent 
To  help  relieve  life's  discontent. 
Great  is  the  Lord  and  great  His  power 
Remember  this  till  life's  last  hour. 

Praise  Him  with  all  thy  heart  and  soul 
For  He  alone  can  make  thee  whole. 
Give  praise  with  instruments  of  song 
To  God  alone  doth  praise  belong. 
Our  bleeding  wounds  He'll  surely  bind 
And  in  His  love  sweet  solace  find 
For  all  the  ills  that  life  attend 
In  Him  we'll  find  a  fostering  friend. 


148  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


Sing   praises   to   our   Heavenly   Lord 
And  trust  in  His  almighty  word. 
Fear  not  the  ill  of  life's  last  smart, 
The  meek  He  lifeth  with  fond  heart. 
As  water  is  to  withering  flower 
So  is  His  love  in  life's  last  hour. 
No  one  to  Him  did  ever  plead 
But  found  a  trusting  friend  indeed. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  149 


O  BLESSED  NAME. 

To  Thee  our  sorrows  now  we  bring 
0  Blessed  Name,  our  Heavenly  King. 
In  all  our  trials  here  below 
Our  faithful  friend  in  weal  or  woe, 
This  day  we  ask  with  hope  sincere, 
Thou 'It  grant  to  all  poor  sinners  here 
Sweet  blessings  from  Thy  throne  above 
And  Thy  undying,  faithful  Love. 

0  Blessed  Name  there 's  none  more  dear, 
To  every  wandering  pilgrim  here, 
Glad  tidings  it  can  e'er  impart 
To  every  suffering  human  heart 
Where  e'er  we  linger  on  life's  way 
And  toil  until  life's  closing  day. 
If  we  but  trust  until  the  end 
And  seek  Thee  as  our  Guiding  friend. 

0  Blessed  Name  for  evermore 
May  Thou  our  sinful  souls  restore 
To  Thy  forgiving  grace  and  love 
That  we  may  see  Thy  face  above, 
And  may  Thy  Name  a  guiding  light 
Be  to  all  sinners,  day  and  night, 
And  all  on  earth  Thy  name  proclaim 
Our  Heavenly  King,  0  Blessed  Name. 


150  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


HYMN  TO  THE  BLESSED  VIRGIN. 


From  morning's  waking  hour  to  slumbering  night 

0  Blissful  Star,  thou  art  my  hope's  delight, 

1  long  to  sing  and  praise  they  holy  name 
Whose  Heavenly  aid  was  ne'er  invoked  in  vain. 
Help  me  my  burden  bear  of  sin  and  grief 

0  Mary  Mother  come  to  my  relief, 
When  temptation's  darkening  clouds  oppress 
Be  thou  a  faithful  guide  in  my  distress. 
Contentment  to  my  yearning  spirit  give 
Mother  of  God  defend  me  while  I  live. 


My  earthly  cares  oppress  and  hourly  grieve 
Mother  of  Mercy  may  thy  soul  conceive 
A  truant  pilgrim  in  desponding  sin, 
Illume  my  faith  that  I  may  follow  Him. 
Let  thou  but  hear  my  pleading  prayer  to  thee 
And  in  thy  mercy  do  thou  grant  to  me 
Thy  boundless  grace  to  do  His  holy  will 
With  patient  meekness  and  keep  striving  till 
My  Loving  Saviour  calls  my  soul  «way 
Mother  of  God  assist  me  then  I  pray. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  151 


A  CHRISTMAS  CAROL. 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  on  Christmas  morn, 
A  Saviour  to  the  world  was  born. 
Sing  anthems  to  high  heaven  above 
Praise  God,  for  His  almighty  love. 
Who  sent  the  Jesus  child  to  save, 
And  lead  our  souls  beyond  the  grave. 
There's  joy  in  heaven,  rejoice  on  earth 
This  glorious  day  that  gave  Him  birth. 

Be  merry  on  this  happy  day 
Drive  sorrow  from  thy  heart  away. 
Our  blessed  Lord  will  gladly  bear 
Place  all  thy  troubles  in  His  care. 
Trust  thou  in  His  all  powerful  love 
To  send  thee  blessings  from  above, 
He'll  free  thee  from  all  sin  and  grief 
And  to  thy  soul  send  sweet  relief. 

Praise  holy  Mary  who  hath  won 
Through  Jesus,  her  redeeming   Son 
A  victory  over  death  and  sin, 
For  all  who  place  their  trust  in  Him. 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Ye  who  partake  of  that  great  host 
And  let  fond  love  all  hearts  adorn 
On  this  and  every  Christmas  morn. 


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A  PRAYER. 


Father  of  Light  in  heaven  above 
Grant  me  this  day  Thy  sacred  love 
That  I  may  ever  trust  in  Thee 
Who  hast  through  life  protected  me, 
And  ne'er  a  sinner  will  disclaim 
Who  pleadeth  to  Thy  Holy  Name. 
I  wander  far  in  sin  from  Thee 
0  loving  Saviour  help  Thou  me. 
And  be  my  Guiding  Star  each  day 
That  henceforth  I  may  never  stray 
From  Thy  All  Seeing  loving  sight, 
Thy  bounteous  grace  and  Heavenly  light 
That  circleth  Thy  most  Holy  form. 
Be  Thou  my  Hope  in  life's  last  storm, 
And  when  sin's  luring  witching  voice 
Come  to  mine  ears  bid  me  rejoice 
That  I  with  power  divine  from  Thee 
May  ever  say  depart  from  me. 
Thy  noxious  evil,  flee  my  sight 
For  God,  my  refuge  is  tonight. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  153 


MY  PRAYER. 

Grant  to  a  sinning  soul's  appeal 

0  Lord  this  humble  plea, 

And  in  Thy  mercy  may  Thou  grant 
My  pleading  pray'r  to  Thee. 

My  soul's  desire,  0  sacred  Name 

1  now  instrust  to  Thee, 

And  hope  Thy  patient  loving  heart 
Shall  ne'er  refuse  to  me. 

Thy  bounteous  grace  I  humbly  crave 
From  Thee  0  Lord  this  day 

In  Thee  alone  my  erring  soul 
Shall  hope  where  e'er  I  stray. 

And  may  Thy  Sacred  Heart  divine 
Grant  from  Thy  Throne  above 

To  my  poor  sinning  soul  while  here 
Thy  all  forgiving  love. 

In  Thee  alone  0  Blessed  Name 
When  grief  afflicts  my  heart 

My  only  trust  I  place  in  Thee 
To  help  me  bear  a  part. 


154  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


And  when  life's  waning  hour's  cast 
Their  shadows  'round  my  door 

Be  to  my  soul  a  guiding  Light 
0  Jesus,  I  implore. 


Thy  Name  most  dear  to  human  heart 
To  souls  a  trusting  friend, 

May  it  be  last  upon  my  lips 
When  here  my  sorrows  end. 


Sweet  Name  of  Love,  who  died  for  all 

That  sinners  be  forgiven, 
Grant  to  all  errings  souls  below 

Eternal  rest  in  heaven. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  155 


TRUST  IN  HIM. 


Offer  the  sacrifice  of  righteousness 
and  put  your  trust  in  the  Lord. 
Psalms  IV.  5. 


Banish  care  and  sullen  frowns 

Let  thy  thoughts  more  cheerful  be, 
Heaven  yet  may  have  a  crown, 

For  a  mortal  such  as  thee. 
He  will  grant  thee  His  dear  love, 

Free  thy  burdenered  soul  from  sin 
If  when  pain  and  sorrow  come 

Thou  wilt  place  thy  trust  in  Him. 


When  thy  griefs  are  hard  to  bear 

Let  thy  faith  confiding  be 
Trust  in  Him  who  wilt  them  share 

Light  the  burden  then  for  thee. 
He  will  send  thee  guiding  light 

If  thou  asketh  from  thy  heart 
Patient  be  through  all  thy  life 

Tnust  in  Him,  to  bear  a  part. 


156  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


In  the  time  of  direful  need 

If  to  Him  thou  fervent  pray 
He  will  prove  a  friend  indeed 

Send  thee  hopes  bright  cheering  ray, 
And  when  lonely  shadows  fall 

'Round  thy  life's  declining  hour 
And  thy  waning  sight  grows  dim 

Trust  in  His  safe  guiding  power. 


Sigh  not  for  fortune's  favoring  smile 

It  leaves  its  victims  oft  to  weep, 
His  redeeming  smile  will  guide 

Where  Thou  canst  rest  in  blissful 

sleep. 
And  lead  thy  soul  beyond  the  gloom 

To  mansions  blest  far  from  the  skies 
Into  the  Light,  beyond  the  tomb 

To  dwell  with  Him  in  Paradise. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.       157 


THE  UNSPOKEN  PRAYER. 


Weary  from  the  toil  of  day, 
Unworthy  and  unfit  to  pray, 

I  will  but  fold  my  hands 
And  in  humility  entreat 

To  Him  who  understands. 
The  weakness  of  our  human  flesh. 

The  la'ck  of  faith  that  makes  us 

weak, 
Tonight  my  languid  lips  are  dumb 

Hear  Thou  0  Lord  what  I  would 
speak. 

A  pilgrim  toiling  day  by  day 
Over  life's  weary,  rugged  way 

With  sinful  soul  opprest, 
A  truant  seeking  love  and  peace 

On  the  bosom  of  Thy  breast. 
To  Thy  sweet,  gentle,  loving  ear 

Voiceless  I  send  my  prayer 
To  where  Thou  art  enthroned  above 

Trusting  still,  Thy  love  to  share. 


158  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


O  LORD,  WE  PLEAD  TO  THEE. 


0  Thou  who  art  our  daily  friend 
In  whom  alone  we  can  depend 
To  guide  us  'till  our  life  shall  end 
We  plead  0  Lord  to  Thee. 

Too    oft  we  err  and  go  astray 
Afar  from  Thee  and  wisdom's  way 
And  heaven's  gentle  guiding  ray 
When  we  should  trust  in  Thee. 

We  weary  often  in  the  race 
When  distant  seems  our  destined  place 
And  fainting  we  mistrust  Thy  grace 
Forgetting  all  of  Thee. 

Temptations  often  make  us  bold 
And  to  Thy  cross  we  fail  to  hold, 
Yet  may  Thy  loving  arms  infold 
And  lead  us  back  to  Thee. 

And  when  our  last  dread  hour  is  near 
When  all  the  past  shall  then  appear 
To  us,  0  may  we  have  no  fear 
But  ever  trust  in  Thee. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  159 


O  SACRED  HEART. 
•  A   PRAYER 


We  love  and  honor  Thy  dear  Holy  Name 

Where  e'er  our  lot  be  cast  each  golden  day, 
It  drives  away  all  sorrow  and  all  fear 

And  lights  our  dreary  path  along  life's  way. 
A  beacon  light  that  shines  where  e'er  we  stray 

To  guide  us  safely  o'er  life's  mystic  sea 
A  star  that  guides  the  ever  pure  in  heart 

And  leads  our  souls  to  heaven — and  to  Thee. 


160  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


A  CHRISTMAS  HYMN. 

To  THE  SACRED  HEART 

We  offer  praise  to  Thy  dear  Holy  Name 

This  Christmas  day  our  Lord  and  Heavenly  King. 
Who  lived  and  died  for  every  one  and  all 

To  Thee  on  high  our  humble  prayer  we  sing. 
Who  hast  all  power  on  earth  and  Heaven  above 
Grant  that  we  share  in  Thy  dear  Holy  Love, 
And  that  our  sinful  past  be  all  forgiven, 
In  mercy  hear  our  plea,  this  day  in  Heaven. 

REFRAIN 

Heart  of  Jesus  guard  our  footsteps 

From  sinful  snares  0  keep  us  free, 
Guide  us  ever  loving  Saviour 

Where  Thy  redeeming  face  we'll  see. 

Where  Thy  redeeming  face  we'll  see. 

We  sing  in  praise  of  Thy  dear  Holy  Name 

This  morning  of  Thy  birth  0  Sacred  Heart. 
Our  humble  prayer  this  day  0  Lord  receive 

And  grant  Thy  Love  from  us  may  ne'er  depart. 
For  ever  in  Thy  Blessed  Name  we'll  find 
Sweet  solace  for  all  ills  of  soul  and  mind. 
If  we  but  seek  Thee  through  sweet  fervent  prayer 
In  Heaven  at  last  may  we  Thy  Blessings  share. 

REFRAIN 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  161 


LOVE. 


The  world  loves  all  who  are  pure  and  brave 

And  the  one  wrho  is  ever  true. 
Who  freely  gives  the  best  he  can 

Ah !  no  more  can  be  asked  of  you. 
If  love  you  give,  to  your  heart  will  flow 

In  the  time  of  its  direful  need, 
The  love  of  Him  in  Heaven  above. 

Who  hath  faith  in  your  word  and  deed. 


162  DEVOTIONAL  EHYMES. 


FAITH. 


There  is  no  grief  which  can  shade  any  brow 
There  is  no  wish  but  Heaven  can  answer  now 
If  we  have  faith  in  Him  who  dwelleth  there 
And  trust  in  His  almighty  power  through  prayer. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  163 


HYMN  TO  THE  SACRED  HEART. 

0  Sacred  Heart  in  heaven  above 

On  whom  enraptured  angels  gaze, 
We  plead  to  Thee  for  Thy  dear  love 

And  sing  this  day  our  humble  praise. 
Poor  exiles  in  this  vale  of  tears, 

Be  Thou  to  us  a  guiding  ray, 
And  cleanse  us^with  Thy  precious  blood 

Where  e'er  our  footsteps  lightly  stray. 

CHORUS 

0  Sacred  Heart,  0  Love  Divine 
From  satan's  power  keep  us  free 

And  make  our  hearts  akin  to  Thine 
That  we  may  ever  worthy  be 
To  dwell  at  last  in  Heav'n  with  Thee. 

0  Sacred  Heart,  while  heaven's  bright  sphere 

Proclaim  the  glories  of  Thy  birth, 
0  Lamb  of  God!  meek  victim  slain, 

We  too  adore  Thee  here  on  earth. 
And  with  the  heaven's  exulting  host 

Shall  we  Thy  name  for  e'er  adore 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Until  our  dreams  shall  be  no  more 

CHORUS 


164  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


AVE  MARIA. 

Thy  love  blessed  mother 

0  Maria  I  crave 
From  trials  and  sorrow 

It  will  shield  me  and  save, 
0  list  to  the  pleading 

Of  a  sinner's  weak  voice 
Grant  thou  but  this  blessing 

That  my  soul  may  rejoice. 

Maria  my  mother 

Ever  guide  me  I  pray 
All  the  years  of  my  life 

'Till  my  last  parting  day, 
Through  sunshine  and  darkness 

Where  on  earth  I  may  stray 
Lead  me  gentle  mother 

In  Thy  own  loving  way. 

Maria  my  mother 

May  I  never  depart 
From  the  true  path  of  virtue 

Is  the  hope  of  my  heart, 
Then  grant  me  thy  guidance 

From  above  now  I  pray 
That  I  may  be  faithful 

To  my  Lord  every  day. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.       165 


OUR  LADY  QUEEN  OF  MAY. 

Merciful  Mother  Queen  of  May 
Hear  thou  my  pleading  prayer  today, 
Refuse  not  this  my  humble  plea 
But  in  thy  mercy  grant  to  me, 
Dear  gentle  mother  ever  kind 
Whose  love  for  all  is  unconfined. 

Be  thou  my  faithful  daily  guide 
O  'er  every  thought  and  step  preside, 
Be  thou  my  light  and  lead  the  way 
That  I  may  never  go  astray, 
Keep  thou  on  me  thine  eyes  of  love 
And  bless  me  from  thy  home  above. 

Grant  to  me  thy  shielding  power 
Assist  me  in  my  life 's  last  hour, 
Guide  me  through  all  the  darks  of  space 
That  I  may  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  plead  to  thy  dear  Son  for  me 
Who  died  for  all  on  Calvary. 

Refuse  not  my  beseeching  voice 
That  in  His  love  I  may  rejoice, 
And  in  life's  end  that  I  may  share 
His  smile  of  love  for  sinners  there, 
In  that  eternal  home  of  rest 
Amid  the  righteous  ever  blest. 


166  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


HYMN  TO  THE  BLESSED  VIRGIN. 

At  waking  morn, — at  noon, — at  hush  of  eve 

Sweet  Orb  of  Dawn,  my  humble  prayer  receive, 

Let  not  thy  mercy  my  poor  soul  disclaim 

As  it  appeals  unto  thy  Holy  name; 

Help  me  to  bear  my  load  of  torturing  grief 

And  to  my  suppliant  soul  grant  thou  relief, 

Dispel  temptations  that  so  sore  oppress 

And  shield  me  from  their  torments  and  distress 

I  crave  the  boon,  which  thou  alone  canst  lend 

Mother  of  God  thy  gracious  mercy  send. 

Oppressed  and  haunted  by  embittering  cares 
O  Holy  One  perceive  thy  suppliant's  tears, 
A  hapless  wanderer  turn  my  erring  feet 
Where  I  thy  Son's  redeeming  smile  shall  meet. 
Thou  wilt  not  turn  from  my  beseeching  voice 
Grant  then  my  prayer  that  my  poor  soul  rejoice 
In  the  assurance  that  thy  boundless  Grace 
Shall  guide  me  on  to  see  my  Saviour's  face 
'Mong  the  redeem 'd  from  sin's  apprehension  free 
Mother  of  God,  grant  this  thy  suppliant's  plea. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  167 


AVE  MARIA. 

Ave  Maria,  my  humble  prayer  receive, 

To  thee  I  plead  with  longing  heart  today, 
From  sin's  temptation  be  my  protecting  shield 

Where  e'er  on  earth  my  wandering  footsteps  stray. 
Reign  o'er  my  heart  and  keep  it  pure 

And  lead  me  from  the  paths  of  sin, 
Hear  my  pleading  Voice,  Mother  of  Mercy  I  crave 

That  my  poor  soul  rejoice  beyond  the  grave, 
0  Virgin  Mother  from  thy  throne  in  bliss  above 

Grant  this  my  prayer  to  thee  and  thy  dear  love. 
Ave  Maria,  Ave  Maria. 

Ave  Maria,  Mother  to  thee  I  pray 

That  thou  through  life  my  guiding  star  may  be, 
Guide,  0  gently  guide  me  in  God's  dear  holy  way 

Until  I  cross  life's  dark,  broad,  silent  sea. 
Dwell  in  my  heart  and  keep  it  pure 

And  free  from  stains  of  mortal  sin, 
Hear  my  pleading  voice,  Mother  of  Mercy  I  crave 

That  my  poor  soul  rejoice  beyond  the  grave, 
0  Virgin  Mother  from  thy  throne  in  bliss  above 

Grant  this  my  prayer  to  thee  and  thy  dear  love. 
Ave  Maria,  Ave  Maria. 


168  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


A  PRAYER  TO  THE  SACRED  HEART. 


Forgive  the  past,  forgive  I  pray 
And  lead  me  on  in  Thy  dear  way, 
Bless  all  my  efforts  to  fulfill 
The  precepts  of  Thy  Holy  will. 
Humbly  0  Sacred  Heart  to  Thee 
This  day  I  plead  on  bended  knee. 


Satan  with  all  his  luring  charms 
Pursues  me  with  relentless  arms 
Grant  me  power  where  e'er  I  stray 
To  spurn  his  wiles,  and  grace  to  pray 
To  Thee  0  Sacred  Heart,  to  Thee 
Thou  who  alone  canst  comfort  me. 


Redeem  my  soul  from  bonds  of  sin 
That  I  Thy  Holy  Love  may  win. 

0  shield  me  from  the  serpent's  dart 
And  give  me  refuge  in  Thy  Heart. 

1  plead  0  Sacred  Heart  to  Thee 
Refuse  not  this,  my  humble  plea. 


DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES.  169 


A  PASSING  THOUGHT. 

The  past  is  gone,  and  it  will  come  no  more 
Grieve  not  for  it,  or  shed  one  silent  tear, 

Dead  are  they  now  as  ashes  in  an  urn 

Never,  Oh  never  to  again  return 

The  cherished  joys,  that  memory  may  hold  dear. 

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Time 's  fleeting  years  glide  quickly  from  our  view 

Life's  youthful  days  pass  from  us  with  a  sigh, 
As  murmuring  waves  that  kiss  the  sea  beach  shore 
Breathing  their  doleful  sounds  of  nevermore, — 
Shall  they  return  to  greet,  both  you  or  I. 

Where  have  they  gone?  alas!  no  one  can  tell 

In  dreams  we  see  them  through  our  mist  of  tears. 
As  sea  birds  flying  o'er  the  trackless  foam 
Shoreward  seeking  a  resting  place  and  home 
Their  memories  throb,  through    life's   uncertain 
years. 

Past  is  no  more,  the  future  holds  more  dear 
And  sweeter  joys  than  we  can  e'er  recall, 
If  we  are  faithful  through  sorrow  and  strife 
Placing  our  trust  in  the  Giver  of  Life 
Light  that's  Eternal  will  shine  over  all. 


170  DEVOTIONAL  RHYMES. 


HOPE. 


There  is  blue  behind  the  shaded  sky 

When  the  sun  hides  his  face  away, 
And  though  clouds  look  dark  they  soon  will  pass 

With  the  dawn  of  another  day. 
Then  place  your  trust  in  the  light  of  hope 

If  your  path  through  life  is  drear, 
And  ever  you'll  find  that  the  Hope  of  Life 

"Will  comfort  your  sorrows  here. 


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